#ok very tired hope all of that made sense

[dalesramblingsblog]

I get that, and I'm sorry for snapping. This past week has just been extremely bloody rough for me personally, and this damn election result was just the cap on a week that began with my having a PTSD attack at the dentist and a mild emotional breakdown, so I've just not been doing too well in general.

I made my original post in a moment of deep-seated exhaustion, because frankly that's what it's been like these past few months, and it would probably be that way even if I wasn't chronically ill and disabled. And I very much understand that I am buffered from being directly affected (though frankly my state just elected a conservative government all of its own so, again, this is all very much just a bubbling over of a general sense of futility and hopelessness on my part). If anything, that's what makes it so damn annoying, the fact that I can do absolutely nothing to affect the outcome.

And the fact is that America is big enough and influential enough that this *will* impact my life. This *will* impact the world in which I live, which was already feeling hopeless enough as it was. It's hard to care about living an ordinary life when you're living through a constant state of apocalypse.

So I apologise for being rude. And although I didn't signpost it in my original post - because I was just needing a place to vent my sense of anger at the way my future is going to be irrevocably shaped by these events - I do feel sorry for the many, many Americans who saw the threat posed by Trump and went out to try and avert it through voting, and will now have to suffer through a reiteration of his dictatorship of dipshittery.

I just... I don't know, I am so very tired, and I'm sorry, in my moment of hopeless anger, to have caused offence to any of my American readers. I genuinely hope you and your family are OK. I know that I have it better than so many people, I know that I really have no right to complain, I know that everything you're saying is true.

But dammit the hopelessness of it all can just be so damn crushing sometimes.

I'm sorry.

Well fuck all of you then. The lot of you sodding Americans can fucking rot. I'm fucking sick of every last one of you. You fucking imbeciles.

[phagodyke]

okaaaayyy finally watched I saw the tv glow :^)

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Can you write more Adam fics plz there so freaking good

Benefit of the Doubt PT.2

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff to Angst to comfort, General Adam TW’s, Reader lowkey-highkey has a complex about being loved, Panic attack (I’m not even sure if this is correct term or not), Adam is afraid of heights (makes sense in story) This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader (Y/n is once again not used lol)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 3136

A/N: Hi! I’d like to Thank you all for the love and support on Part 1! It means a lot that you all enjoyed it as I loved writing it! I’d also like to apologize for this being a week late, I honestly had 0 idea on how to start this one and then a bunch of stuff in my life happened, so it was a mess.

So as an apology I tried to make this one longer than the first! (I seemed to go a little overboard but it’s fine)

Anyways I hope you all enjoy part 2 to ‘Benefit of the doubt’ and as always, if you do, please tell me if want another part in replies/requests/DM’s!

Proofread but of course could have missed something

Tags: @tired-of-life-86

To think love could feel this good.

You were made for it, to give it, receive it… You’ve waited your entire existence for this love, This closeness. It doesn’t even feel real now, even as you’re walking down the golden lined streets of heaven with his arm wrapped around you, all while you’ve been showing him around. The best places to eat, entertainment, or just a nice park. You made sure to show him all of it.

He kept his wings tucked to his sides, the gold contrasting with the white of his robe. The feathers at first glance looked sharp, but now, being so close to him, you could see each of them individually and how soft they must be.

“Hey Sweetcheeks, my eyes are up here”

You jump slightly “Sorry… Adam.” You avert your eyes away from him and focus them in front of you.

Adam laughed “I didn’t say you had to fuxkin’ to stop”

His wings truly were beautiful. It was hard to keep your eyes off them. Adam had only got to heaven recently, it made you wonder if he had the chance to use them yet. You remember when you were first created, wings took forever to get used to. You crashed and fell so many times before you figured out how to use them

Properly.

“Ok seriously, you keep staring, what the fxck is up with you?”

“It’s nothing, just…. Have you tried out your wings yet?”

“Uh, yeah totally, they’re rad as hell” Adam’s voice drifted off, the LED eyes of his mask looking away from you as you both walked. Was he… lying? Why would he lie?

You quickly walked in front of Adam, leaving his warm embrace, gently you took his hands as your wings picked you off the ground. The gust of wind with each flap softly blew around you.

“Well, come on, it will be faster than walking.” Your voice was soft and airy. Slowly, so very slowly, you lifted yourself higher from the ground, Adam’s hands locked firmly in yours, as he was pulled with you in the air.

“W-Wait a- shit- Wait a- motherfuxking second“ Adam yelled strand after strand of curses as you both lifted further and further into the air. His body flailed and his legs kicked against nothing. You pull him to you, his arms quickly snake around your waist, holding on for his dear After-life.

“Adam… did you lie to me?” Your voice was still so soft, so calm, so sweet.

“Fuck- yes I lied, I’m sorry, so put me the fuck down you crazy asshole-“ Vulgar as ever, his voice had fear in it, the LED eyes were forced shut and his grip around you was getting tighter and tighter.

Your arms wrapped around Adam’s head as you laid back, letting The wind breeze from the air pull and push you along its path with your wings soaring through the clouds..

“Adam, it’s ok, I promise you’re fine, all you have to do is open your eyes.”

You pet the back of his neck trying to sooth him which seemed to work after a few seconds. Adam didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to open his eyes. But the longer he kept them close, the more you would whisper soft words of encouragement to him. Eventually, his eyes slowly but surely opened.

“See? There is nothing to be scared of. I’ve got you.”

You hold him closer in your embrace. Adam looked below, the white vastness of heaven’s clouds beneath you both felt unreal, but as amazing a sight it was, Adam’s grip on you didn’t loosen.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t know how to fly yet?” You laugh a little, rubbing a spot on his back, just between his wings comfortingly.

Adam huffed and looked away “oh! I couldn’t fxcking see that!”

You held him close to you. The embrace seemed never ending, and you loved every second of it. Feeling the warmth of his plump body next to you was like a dream come true.

“Here let me just…”

You moved your hands slowly down his arms, caressing the soft flesh as they moved to eventually be at his hands behind you. You began to leisurely undo the grip he had around you.

“What do you think you're doing-“

“Shhh, relax, just trust me, ok?”

With each finger being removed from you, the grip lessened bit by bit, until eventually his hands were fully in yours. Your face leaned closer to his,

“Come on, just give your wings a good flap, trust me.”

“Ugh…. Fine but I swear to god if you let go-“

“I won’t.” Your voice was firm, yet still remained reassuring.

Adam didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to. But what other choice did he have? He gruffs and extends his wings from his body. The wind brushed and tickled at his feathers. The way the light hit them caused a glare of gold to be cast from them, enveloping you both. Then, he gave two hard flaps of his wings, he lifted up slightly before quickly falling back to where he was.

“There you go! Now keep doing that.”

Adam continued, his wings slowly pushing him up and up before being sent back down when he stopped. This repeated for a few minutes until he finally got a grip on it. The entire time, you were laughing. Pure unadulterated laughs of joy.

Truly, to think love could feel this good?

“See? You're a natural!”

“Of course I am! I’m the Original Dick, obviously I’d… be good at this… flying… shit.” With all the parading he was doing he kept forgetting to use his wings causing him to fall. ‘A natural’ may have been an overstatement on your part, but hey? At least he hasn’t fallen flat on his face yet!

Gently, you led him through air, giving him reassurance every few feet you flew, never letting go. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Before you knew it a brisk orange sunset encased you both with its hue. That’s when you realized just how long you both had been flying.

“You must be tired with sightseeing all day… I think it’s time we go home and rest, yeah?”

“Home?” Adam’s voice sounded for a moment genuinely confused. Had he not been told he’d have a place to live in heaven? As much respect you had for Sera, you’ll have to file a complaint to avoid this with future souls.

You gripped his hand and opened your wings letting the wind lead you through the clouds and above the city. The angels below look like ants at the height you both were. It was peaceful, the flight back home. But it did seem… off? So… quiet? You couldn’t put it together, at least not at the moment, But Adam hadn’t spoken a word since you both left.

Adam, while yes, he was initially confused, it made sense to him, why wouldn’t heaven have a place for its people, a place for each of them to relax, to feel safe, happy, at home.

Home was such a weird word for Adam. Has he ever felt like a place was his ‘home’? The closest thing to it was the Garden of Eden but even that proved to be anything but a home for him. Ever since that snake entered his garden.

No. He can’t think about that now. He doesn’t want to have to think about that again. But oh-do thoughts love to worm their way back into your mind when you least want them to. He’s snaps out of his thoughts when your voice picks up

“Ok, we’re here! Just get yourself settled in and I’ll go make us something to eat. I didn't really know what food you’d like so I mainly just have junk food… I hope that's ok.”

Adam nods his head nonchalantly

You smile, waking him over to the small, plush couch in the living room and handing him a blanket and some pillows. Telling him to wait a second as you fetch some food, leaving him alone.

Adam thought your house seemed welcoming enough, ‘well… our house��� Adam thought. The living room was dark aside from a few luminous lights around the room as well as the small blue gleam from the windows from the night sky.

The couch was comfortable and the pillows just as much. And the blanket you gave him was soft and warm. This really was heaven, huh?

His thoughts are, once again, interrupted by your voice, “Ok here we go, I’ve got snacks and some soda” you say, handing him some of the many food you ravaged from your fridge and sitting beside him, wrapping yourself in the shared blanket.

Grabbing the remote lying next to you, you flick on the TV flipping through the channel before ending on a cheesy sitcom, you keep the volume low wanting to enjoy any conversation with Adam. Except… he never started one. So that’s what felt off.

The entire time you flew back home, got snacks and found something to watch. He hadn't said a word. You may not have known him long but even you had already picked up that he was an advid talker in a conversation.

“Is… everything ok Adam?” You whispered, not want to scare him with your random words.

“What kind of question is that, I’m fxcking fine… I’m fine.” His voice trailed off at the end almost getting as quiet as yours.

“Are you sure cause-“

“I said I’m fuxking fine!” His voice roared through the dark room. Gritty and callous, but you could tell it was meant to hide something. Something he didn’t want you to see.

“I’m sorry…” you paused. What did you want to say from here? What could you say? You took a deep breath and tried to continue. “I… I know I said this earlier… when Sera left.”

Adam’s LED mask looked away from you half shut eyes and a frown forming a scowl on it, but still he let you continue.

“But I’m going to say it again anyways cause… I mean it. I’m really happy to have you here. To finally have you home” you place your arm around Adam’s back rubbing it soothingly as let your head slowly lax onto him, gently cuddling close to him.

That word again… home. That’s all he could think about ever since he first heard you say it. Why? Why couldn’t he get it out of his head? His breathing was becoming unsteady with each new thought and image his brain made. Lilith and Eve, they were made to be apart of his home, for him to be apart of their homes. So why? Why did it end that way?

Suddenly Adam leap from the couch as fast as he could, the shear force knocking you to the other side of the couch, sending the food to scatter and drinks to spill to the floor.

“Adam!?” Your voice was frightened at the sudden movement. Adam looked just as frightened as you, at least from what you could tell through the LED mask. He suddenly began running, where? he didn’t know, the rooms in the house looked the same. But all he knew is that he needed to be away from you. You followed quickly behind him and pleaded for him to tell you what was wrong, but eventually he ran into a room and locked the door.

He looked around, already out of breath. He was in a bathroom. He felt his knees give out under him as he tried to slowly sit down by the tub. His breath heavy, it was hard to breathe, this stupid mask. He needed it off. But just as he went to do so,

*rattle rattle rattle*

The doorknob began to move followed by frantic knocking on the door.

“Adam! Are you ok?!” Your voice pleaded through the wood of the door.

“Fuxk- I'm fine! How many times do I have to tell you that shit” his voice cracked a few times followed by a strand of curses leaving his lips.

Home. The word repeated like a mantra in his head. Like it was mocking him. Was he not meant to have a place he called a home? To have someone to return to, who would tell him “welcome back!” Without even being told to?

Lilith hated him, Eve betrayed and hurt him like no one else before, ever. They were made to be with him, one was literally made to be his other half. The garden, his home, was taken from him because of something, someone he couldn’t control. it all comes back to him. That albino snake in the grass.

Lucifer, ‘The dreamer’… was this some sort of game to him? To toy with his emotions, treat him like some kind of plaything to mess with, to screw over? What kind of life was it? To have every opportunity and opening be broken down by him, And Adam being powerless to stop it?

“Adam! Please open the door!” Your voice was even more frantic now, knocking every few seconds before it quickly quieted down. Your body slumped against the door.

“Adam… I’m sorry if I hurt you or… or if I was going too fast… I didn't mean to… I’m so sorry…” your breath hitched with tears.

And then there was you.

You have been nothing but kind to him since you met him. You showed him around heaven, taught him how to fly and welcomed him home without having being told to. You were so different. So, so very different. Adam figure that out a while ago now. But in reality, it’s exactly why he was terrified.

To have someone who loves him so... unconditionally.

*click*

The sound of the door unlocking drew your attention and was followed by it slowly opening from Adam on the other side, still on the floor.

“Adam!” Your voice was low, already tired from crying. You crawled your way toward him before stopping in front of him, tears still falling from your face, “I’m sorry Adam, I’m sorry-“ you were cut off by a quick movement.

Warmth enveloped you, clouding your senses as a soft weight laid onto you. Arms wrapped their way around you in an embrace.

“Shit- it's not your fault, it was never your fault…” Adam’s voice was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his regular tone. Sincerity evident with each word. All you could do was hide into his large frame and cry at the words.

Adam was never good at comforting people. He himself was never comforted, so the concept was more than a bit foreign to him. But even still, he tried. Slowly he helped you both up from the bathroom floor and made your way back to the couch.

The floor was covered in the discarded food you both left behind. The spilled soda is now dried and sticky. Crumbs everywhere.

“Here.. let me get a mop and broom-“

“No just sit down, I’ll clean up the shit I made” you lay down on the couch and watched as Adam swept and mopped the mess from the floor. The entire time the silence hung in the air by a thread. Neither of you wanting to be the one to snap the string and speak.

Finally Adam got done cleaning the mess and made his way to the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to come closer. Crawling over to him, he wrapped the blanket around you both allowing you to snuggle into him.

“Do…” your voice barely audible “Do you want to talk about it?”

Adam looked hesitant but nodded.

“You know about everything, right? About… what all happened in Eden?

You nod against his chest content on listening.

“When… When Lilith left me, I thought I didn't care as much as I did. I thought she was a bitch and that was that. And it didn’t help that as soon as she left, I got Eve…”

He paused

“Then, when I found out about that shit between Eve and Lucifer… I didn’t care then either, but I didn’t understand why…” his voice hitched “but when I ate that damn apple… I realized how hurt I should have been. All the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil, learning all of it through that fruit, I realized one shitty truth… that the one I loved betrayed me.”

You hugged him tighter softly, your hands caressed his stomach as some form of comfort before he continued.

“For the same person- Both of them for that snake…”

“Adam… I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“And that’s why… I’m scared. Scared that I will fuxk up again and get… attached to you. Because every. single. time. He ruins it. And I don't want to see that happen with you.”

Your heart ached for him, the saddening look of his LED mask as he talked only furthered your emotions. Slowly your hands made their way to his face, he looks at you confused, your fingertips crept under the mask before his hand shot up and held your wrist slightly, carefully not holding it too tight.

“Sorry fuck- I’m.. I’m not ready.”

You smile and nod understanding “Adam. I love you… with all of my heart. And I would never do what those two done to you. “

Adam thought for a moment deciding what to say.

“Promise?” was all he could think of, his voice, mind, and body were all too tired to speak more about it.

You slowly remove your hands from his mask, instead taking one of his hands into yours.

“I promise, I would never betray you, let alone talk to that man” ever-so lightly, a soft golden glow burned between yours and Adam’s hands, the gold flame was warm and comforting to both of you as it rose and grew in strength.

From the flame, a string wrapped and warped itself around both yours and Adam’s pinky fingers. The string tightened and loosened as it moved, before finally melting away leaving only two solid gold rings behind, One on Adam’s finger and the other on yours.

“What the hell was that?” Adam’s voice was filled with bewilderment

“A deal- or I guess a promise. In this case”

“Shit, You didn’t have to do that-“ this time it was your turn to interrupt him. You bring Adam’s hand to your lips, and give a kiss on his newly formed ring before lying down and cuddling into Adam.

“I know.”

For once in his life, Adam felt at ease with love. How easy it was to fall for you.

Is this what home feels like?

[andreawritesit]

Hello! I hope I am not bothering you :) I was wondering if I could ask for a Cregan Stark x Reader where they have a busy day and cuddle under the furs for the night, sweet kisses and pillow talks and all this kinda stuff. Just a small drabble would be ok.

i adore fluffy so please make it as sweet as you can, thank you :(

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader

Words: 952

The arrival of winter was always a busy time in the North. As the Lord and Lady of Winterfell, Cregan and you had spent the entire day overseeing the preparations for the upcoming winter. The castle buzzed with activity as you both coordinated food storage for the harsh winter to come. It was your duty to make sure that the people of the North would be well-protected against the biting cold. You had assisted Cregan throughout the day, your presence a constant source of support and encouragement. Whether it was reviewing the storeroom inventory or ensuring that the workers were well-fed and rested, you had worked tirelessly alongside him.

As the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the snow-covered landscape, the fatigue of the day began to weigh heavily on you. You glanced at Cregan, who was engaged in a final discussion with his advisors. His strong and commanding presence never ceased to inspire you, but even he looked tired at the moment. Finally, he sent them on their way and walked over to where you were standing, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You must be tired, my love. Come, let's retire for the night." He held your hand and led you out of the hall.

You made your way to your chambers, the warmth of the castle a stark contrast to the icy chill outside. Cregan held your hand the entire way. You felt a sense of relief as you entered the cozy room, the flickering fire casting a comforting glow. Cregan closed the door behind him, and the day's burdens seemed to melt away. You let out a long sigh which elicited a soft laugh from your husband.

"What's so funny, my lord?" you asked him.

He shook his head and hugged you from behind. "Nothing. You truly are very tired. Forgive me, in between all the preparations for the winter, I perhaps didn't pay much attention to you today."

You turned around still in his embrace and wrapped your arms around his torso. He rested his chin atop your head and hugged you closer to himself. "Not at all, dear husband. You were doing your duty and so was I. I'm indeed tired but I'm also quite proud of how much we accomplished in just a day."

He kissed the top of your head and released you from his hold. A chill ran over you in the absence of his warmth. Without another word, Cregan began to shed his heavy cloak and boots. You followed suit. You both moved in a comfortable silence, the kind that comes from deep understanding and mutual affection. Once you were both in your nightclothes, Cregan pulled back the thick furs on the bed, inviting you to join him.

You put your clothes on the chair and walked over to him. He had already climbed under the warm furs. You quickly slipped beneath the furs, the soft, warm fabric enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. Cregan immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. Snuggling against his chest, you could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

"You know what", his deep voice rang, sending shivers down your spine, "today was truly exhausting. It feels like there is a mountain on top of my head."

You tilted your head to look up at him, your eyes filled with care and love. "Does it ache a lot? I can call the maesters. There is no reason for you to suffer, my love."

Cregan shook his head slowly and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's nothing I can't handle. Besides, you've tired yourself enough today. Now I want you to stay here and rest."

You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. Cregan leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of warmth and love. When you finally pulled away, Cregan rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling in the cool air.

You lay there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a gentle light over the room. Cregan's hand stroked your hair, his touch soothing and tender. You were just starting to fall asleep when Cregan suddenly asked, "Do you remember the first time we met?" a smile playing on his lips.

A sound somewhat between a sigh and a laugh left your lips. "How could I forget? You were so serious and intimidating. I thought I'd never get through to you." Cregan smiled, looking at you with love and admiration in his eyes.  "We've come a long way since then," he said softly. He leaned in to kiss you again, his lips soft and tender against yours.

"I love you, Cregan," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing you once more. "More than words can say."

As the night wore on, the soft crackling of the fire and Cregan's steady breathing played on like a lullaby, summoning you into the land of dreams. Eventually, your eyes grew heavy, and you nestled closer to Cregan, your head resting on his chest. Cregan held you close, his arms a protective cocoon around you. "Sleep, my love," he murmured, pressing a final kiss to your forehead. "I'll be here when you wake." You sighed contentedly, your eyes fluttering shut. "Goodnight, Cregan", you breathed out before falling asleep.

"Goodnight," Cregan replied softly, his own eyes closing as he held you close.

[the-kr8tor]

OK SO I JUST HAD LIKE A REALLY CUTE SIMPLE REQUEST IF THATS COOL WITH YOUUUU

SO LIKE WHAT IF YOU DO ONE WHERE THE READER(Y/N) DOES LIKE THE TREND OF "PRETENDING TO BE ALSEEP TO SEE WHAT MY BOYFRIEND WOULD DO" LIKE I FEEL LIKE HOBIE WOULD BE SO CUTE AND ACTUALLY SWEET

dont mind my excitement 🥲

also ur writing is b e a u t i f u l and makes me so happy!!!

Ahhh i love how excited you are!! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The soft mattress invites you to fall asleep, but you refuse the sweet embrace of sleep until Hobie gets home safe and sound from his patrol. The book perched on your chest wobbles in your hands, eyes drifting off from the pages, you blink away sleep. The familiar sound of the window opening stirs you awake as his boots hit the wooden floors.

Smiling at his return, you can tell that he's trying his best to not make any sound on your behalf in case you're asleep. Deciding to tease him after being bored all day without him by your side, you lay the book flat on your stomach, eyes closed and evening out your breathing to disguise your wakefulness.

You hear the door creak open, “love?” He whispers into the cool and dark room. You left the bedside lamp open, a sign of your previous activity.

With his enhanced senses, he can tell from your heartbeat and calculated breaths that you're faking sleep. You can't fool him, nonetheless, he's endeared by your antics.

Smiling, he slowly makes his way towards your side, floorboards not making any sound from his silent footsteps, he intends to break you from your prank.

“Damn, couldn't even wait for me, huh?” That doesn't seem to faze you, but he saw that your pinky twitched though. Smirking, he crouches down, and takes the book from your stomach. “I should save your place, but there's no bookmarks here. I'll just fold the corner for you.” Knowing that you hate dog-eared pages, he pretends to fold it by sliding his finger down the pages, mimicking the sound of folding paper. But in truth, he took a coin from his pocket to place it in between the pages. Yet, you still don't budge. He needs to take out the big guns.

“There, saved your place.” Kissing your temple, and then bringing the blanket up to your chin, he stands up to his full height, faking a pained wince. “Fuck.” From his murmured curse, you open your eyes immediately.

“Are you hurt?” Frantic, you sit up, roaming your wide eyes over his entire form while your hands reach up to him. Before you could stand up from the bed, Hobie drops himself on top of you, face hidden on your throat as you giggle from under his weight.

You hear him chuckle lowly, and you flick your eyes down to meet with a very smug Hobie. “Made you look.” He cups your face, chin placed on your clavicle, thumbs brushing under your tired eyes.

You pout, prank thwarted. “Are you actually okay?” your hands wander all over him, checking for wounds.

“‘m fine, love.” Hobie sits up to take his vest off, showing off his almost pristine suit. He tosses the vest somewhere in the dark, “Just a few bumps and scratches. I thought I had to tickle you for you to break.” He sits on top of you, knees right next to your thighs, hands braced next to your head as he gazes softly down on you. The moonlight behind him illuminates him in silver light. And you can't help but ogle him in the soft light.

You finally sigh in relief. Hands sliding from his chest, feeling the spandex, up to his nape as you pull him closer to you. “Did you actually fold my book?” Chuckling, you feel his hand pat around your waist, palm moving under your shirt to draw circles around your hip. His hands are cold from swinging around, but you welcome it while he relaxes in your touch.

“‘course not,” he gives you an amused smile.

“Good.” You tilt his head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I thought you'd just walk past me towards the shower.” You murmur against his skin.

Hi pinches your side, sighing breathily from your barrage of kisses. “Never, even if you were actually asleep, I'd kiss you goodnight.”

You lean away, eyes soft for him. “And tuck the blanket around me?”

He raises a brow with a chuckle. “D’you want me to tuck you in?”

You make a face. “....maybe.”

[waughymommy]

MOMMY KNOWS BEST

Chapter 11

            Brian walked into the building of the marketing firm. Although Brian was never the center of attention, he was fairly sociable at work. He was pretty well liked and respected by his colleagues. His hard work and leadership had elevated him to senior project planner. The promotion had not only greatly enhanced his salary, but it came with a private office and a personal secretary.

            Brian felt so nervous as he walked through the front doors. He was certain that everyone would notice his attire. I just need to make it to my office and everything will be just fine. He prayed that no one would stop him for Monday morning chit chat. A few people nodded good morning, but he made it to office without delay. He closed the door behind and let out a sigh of relief. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide all day, but he would try to as much as he could.

            He turned on his computer and attempted to focus his attention on his work. He reached into his bag to grab his glasses, but as his hand searched the bag he felt something he didn’t expect. Inside were two additional pull-ups and his pacifier. Taped to one of the pullups was a note from Rebecca:

            Mommy wanted to make sure you were prepared. Remember its ok if you have an accident. Mommy loves you.

Brian quickly zipped up the bag and tried to refocus, but just the mere sight of the pull-up clouded his thinking. He stared blankly at his screen when a knock at the door, “Mr. Sullivan, may I come in?” It was his secretary, Samantha Carson. She was a very shapely woman with long blonde hair in her mid-twenties. She was the type that caused heads to turn as she passed by. She could have men under her spell without uttering a single word. Although it was impossible to not be captivated by her beauty, Brian always displayed the greatest kindness and respect. She noticed that he was different from so many other men. Most men were just dogs wanting to get her into bed. But Brian treated her as a professional and never as an inferior. She wasn’t just a secretary. He valued her opinion and input on projects. She admired how fiercely devoted he was to his wife and wished that she could find a partner like him.

            “Yes, Ms. Carson, please come in,” Brian said. Samantha walked in. As he looked up from his computer, his eyes focused on her bosom. For a moment, all he wanted was to be nursed. He quickly caught himself and turned his attention to her face, hoping she didn’t notice his stare. “How was you weekend?” he asked.

            “Oh it was fine, never long enough,” revealing her radiant smile.

            Brian chuckled, “I know the feeling.”

            “Your 12pm meeting was rescheduled for Friday. Oh and Mr. Gates scheduled a meeting at 2 this afternoon. Something about a new project for Babies R Us.”

            Brian felt like his cheeks started burning when he heard the word babies. Oh my god. Do they know? He has to know. Why else would he put me on this project? He glanced back up at her. She can tell I am wearing a pull-up can’t she? His palms felt sweaty and he curtly responded, “Ok that’s fine.” A small spurt of pee escaped into his pull-up.

            “Mr. Sullivan, are you ok?,” she was genuinely concerned. The look of worry on his face made her want to comfort him. Brian noticed that her face did not convey even the slightest sense of judgement.

            “I am just a little tired and out of sorts this morning. I will be ok,” Brian responded.

            “Ok, but if there is anything I can get you. Anything at all, just let me know.”

Brian thanked her as she exited his office. He tried to calm himself down and slow his breathing. He glanced at his bag sitting next to his desk. Maybe just for a minute. He reached into and retrieved his pacifier. He placed it between his lips and he immediately felt calmer. After a few minutes, he felt he had regained his composure. As he went to return the pacifier to his big, a knock came at his door again, drawing his attention to the door. He let the pacifier slip from his hand, thinking it landed in his bag. “Come in.”

[en-dazedafterdark]

PAIRINGS: coworker!jungwon x reader

GENRE: smut, pwp, very little plot tbh, fwb??

WARNINGS: fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, handjob, kinda mean dom jungwon

Morning meetings were the least favourite part of your day. You fought back a persistent yawn that threatened to escape, disguising it with a swift sip of the steaming coffee you held tightly in one hand. The aroma of the dark roast momentarily invigorated your senses, but you knew it would only be a temporary respite from the drowsiness that clung to you like a stubborn shadow.

“You look like hell.” Sunoo commented as you sat down next to him at the meeting table. 

You rolled your eyes at him. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Sunoo grinned, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Well someone has to knock you down a peg. But seriously, you look awful, did you not sleep last night?” 

“Oh I’m sure Y/N must’ve had a very long night last night.” The voice that replied was tinged with amusement and you flushed as Jungwon sat down in the seat next to you. 

He flashed a smile at you that may have seemed innocent to anyone else but you knew exactly what he had been alluding to with his seemingly innocent comment. Memories of the past night flashed into your mind and you shifted restlessly in your seat. 

“Did Jay give you reports to finish at the last minute again?” Sunoo asked obliviously. “I can’t believe you had to deal with his horrible time management skills again.”

You chuckled nervously, glad that Sunoo had missed the meaning behind what Jungwon had said. “Yeah, I was up all night finishing those.” You lied. 

“I’m sure it must’ve been very hard.” Jungwon gave you a look of mock sympathy. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jungwon's playful gaze lingered on you. The memories of the night before were definitely not work-related, and you were grateful that Sunoo was entirely oblivious to the hidden implications behind Jungwon's teasing.

You were saved from replying when the team leader, Jay walked in. 

“I know no one wants to be here, least of all me. So let’s get this done as fast as we can so we can all go back to pretending we’re working in our cubicles, ok?”

The laughter that followed Jay’s words were clearly forced. Sunoo leaned towards you, whispering in your ear. “I can’t believe I have to pretend Jay is funny this early in the morning.”

You stifled a laugh at his words, disguising the little sound you made as a cough. Thankfully no one seemed to notice and the meeting moved on without any interruptions. Despite how tired you were, you were fully focused on the meeting… until you felt a leg graze yours under the table. 

Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the subtle touch of Jungwon's leg against yours under the table. Your initial instinct was to withdraw but when you looked over at Jungwon, you saw the small smile on his face. 

He was definitely up to something. 

Trying to maintain your composure, you shifted slightly in your seat hoping to create some distance between your legs and his. But Jungwon seemed determined to play his game.

When he brushed his legs against yours for a second time you shot him a warning look. “Stop it.” You hissed at him. 

He looked at you innocently as he repeated the action once more. You fought back the shiver that rushed through you at the touch.“Stop what?” 

His playful smile grew wider, clearly enjoying the flustered state he had put you in. He moved his legs away and for a minute, you felt relieved that he had finally stopped. Until you felt a hand sneaking up your thighs. 

You stifled a yelp, glancing over to see Jay's eyes scanning the room. You forced your breathing to remain steady, trying to act as if everything was completely normal.

Jungwon seemed unaffected, nodding along with whatever Jay was now going on about as his fingers moved up your thighs and under your skirt. You held his gaze as his fingers lightly brushed your inner thighs, daring him to move any further. A tiny smile formed at his lips as his hand continued its ascent under your skirt, the pad of his fingers teasing you through your underwear. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you struggled to keep up with the conversation with the rest of the team.

“What do you think about that Y/N?” Jay suddenly asked and you panicked. You had barely been paying attention to what he had been saying thanks to Jungwon. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you tried to form a coherent reply.

Jungwon was enjoying this, you could tell from the small smirk on his face. He slowly brushed a finger across your covered mound as you tried to respond, drawing a gasp from you that managed to have Jay look at you in concern.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You forced a shaky smile as everyone’s attention suddenly turned to you. Jungwon didn’t seem to mind. His teasing only increased as his fingers pushed the hem of your underwear aside to stroke your already embarrassingly wet cunt. Your eyes were fixed on the table, unable to look at any of them as you felt Jungwon's fingers trace circles against your clit.

Jay didn't seem to notice the change in Jungwon's behaviour, still looking at you in concern. You drew in a shaky breath. "I-I'm fine," You replied shakily. "Sorry I just feel a bit under the weather."

He didn't seem convinced, but thankfully seemed to drop the subject. You were grateful when he continued his speech and everyone else lost interest in you. Jungwon seemed to have a hold of your undivided attention though, his fingers slowly slipping between your folds to circle around your clit.

“So wet already.” Jungwon said under his breath. He had moved closer so he was speaking right into your ear. He was so close that you could smell the scent of him mixed with the smell of your perfume that had been worn the night before. The thought of Jungwon smelling like you had your pussy drip even more. 

You clenched your thighs together, trapping his fingers between them. He seemed to be enjoying the power he had over you, but you were determined to maintain control. You were about to release your thighs when his fingers suddenly thrust deep inside you, causing you to choke back a gasp.

Jay looked at you in concern once more. "You really don't look well. Maybe you should go home for the day."

You quickly shook your head, knowing that if you left you wouldn't be coming back to work. "No, I'm fine really. I can get through this."

You did your best to ignore Jungwon, whose fingers were thrusting deep inside you, fucking you slowly while the rest of the meeting was going on.

“Keep quiet if you don’t want them to notice what I'm doing to you." He said quietly into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You nodded, biting your lip to stop the moan from slipping from you.

Jungwon chuckled. "Good girl."

He seemed to be enjoying himself as his fingers continued to fuck you. The feeling of his fingers inside you combined with the risk of being discovered was quickly bringing you to the edge of your orgasm.

He must've sensed that you were getting close, withdrawing his fingers to slowly circle your clit, teasing you as you struggled to keep yourself from crying out.

"Keep your head up and act natural, ok? Everyone will notice if you're too busy staring at the table and whimpering like that.” He warned quietly.

You drew in a deep breath, forcing yourself to maintain your composure as he continued toying with you, the sensations he was causing making your mind go blank.

His finger circled your clit once more and you had to bite back a moan. Your face felt flushed as you struggled to focus on the meeting, which you knew had to be over soon. You glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that only 5 minutes remained.

You prayed that they would end soon, hoping that Jungwon would finally give you a release that you needed so desperately. You could feel your thighs clenching around his hand, his fingers moving inside you and you knew that it would only be a matter of time before you came undone.

He must've sensed your urgency too, because he began fucking you once more, his fingers thrusting hard inside you. Your breath hitched and you had to bite your lip to stop a whimper from escaping your throat.

The fingers of his free hand were resting lightly against your leg and you reached down to cover his hand with yours.

"Come for me." He said softly and you felt a small shudder course through you. His words were all you needed to push you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you as you struggled to remain quiet.

You clamped your thighs tight around his hand, feeling the first wave of pleasure crash over you and you clenched your fists tightly to stop your fingers from gripping the table. You fought back a moan as his fingers continued to move inside you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure that he could.

You struggled to keep yourself together as he slowly withdrew his fingers, pulling your underwear back into place as you looked at the clock. Only 1 minute remained.

You tried to compose yourself as you felt Jungwon's fingers lightly brush your thighs. He seemed to be taking pleasure in knowing that you were so disheveled, the evidence of his touch clearly visible on you.

He moved his hands back under the table and you struggled to keep a neutral expression as you saw him clean his fingers with his napkin.

“Are you really fine, Y/N? You look a little flushed, do you want me to help you to your desk?” Sunoo asked as soon as the meeting concluded. 

You shook your head. "No, I'm ok. Really. Just a little tired."

"Are you sure?" He sounded worried. "I could escort you back to your desk if you need some water, or even if you want to rest in the break room."

"I'll be fine, thanks Sunoo." You gave him a small smile as you got up. You could feel everyone's eyes on you as you made your way to the exit and you tried your best to act normal. Sunoo seemed convinced that you were fine, giving you one last concerned look before leaving. The rest of the team followed suit until it was only you, Jungwon and Jay.

"Do you feel better?" Jay asked. "You don't look so hot."

You nodded. "I'm better, thanks. It was just a slight headache."

Jay seemed to be satisfied with your explanation and he too left the meeting room. You looked over at Jungwon.

"Don't say a word." You warned him as you began to leave the meeting room. 

His laughter followed you down the hallway as you made your way to your desk.

"Are you still here?"

You looked up to see Jungwon standing at the door of your office, his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

You had been working for hours on some new design concepts that the company had requested and you were glad to finally be getting some rest.

"Yeah." You replied. "I was just finishing up. What are you doing here? Don't you usually leave early?"

He shrugged, moving inside after closing the door behind him and leaning against the edge of your desk. "I stayed back to finish up some work."

You nodded and tried to focus back on your screen, but it was impossible with Jungwon so close to you. You could still feel the effects of his teasing from that morning lingering in your body and it was becoming hard to ignore the sensations that were coursing through you. The rest of the office was almost empty, and the only people left were those who worked late every night. 

"So... about this morning..." You began.

"What about this morning?" He looked up at you, a small smirk on his lips. "Do you want to tell me how much of an asshole I am?"

You blushed. "Well, I don't know that you're an asshole, but you weren’t exactly paying attention to the meeting today."

"I could say the same about you. You were barely able to answer anything at all." He smirked.

"That's because I was..." You paused as you realised how lame your excuse would sound.

"Yes?"

You shrugged. "I was distracted."

His smile grew wider as he sat back on your desk. "Distracted? What kind of distraction?"

You knew what he was doing, but you weren't going to give in so easily. "You know what kind of distraction."

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes moving over you. His expression had suddenly changed and you realised how close he was to you. You could see every detail of his features, the sharp edges of his jaw and the tiny mole on his cheek. His eyes were dark and you could see his desire in them.

He moved towards you, one hand slowly lifting to cup your cheek. He leaned closer and you could feel your breath catch in your throat as he stopped inches from your face. His lips were so close that you could feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, afraid that if you closed them even for a second you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from kissing him. His fingers were lightly brushing your skin as he tilted your head towards him, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. Your lips parted as he drew closer and you felt his thumb slide against your tongue. You let out a soft sigh at the sensation and you heard him chuckle.

"Distracted?" He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

You nodded slowly, biting down gently on his thumb as he brushed it over your lip once more. His eyes darkened as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it lightly as you met his gaze.

He drew his thumb out of your mouth with a low groan. You were about to ask him what was wrong when he kissed you. You gasped into the kiss as his tongue brushed yours, the familiar taste of him filling your senses as he slid his tongue into your mouth.

He cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing against your skin. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you towards him as you kissed hungrily. The kiss was just as hot and intense as it had been the night before. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped your bottom lip.

Your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you climbed onto your desk, sitting beside him so you could get a better look at him. You could hear someone walking past your desk, their footsteps echoing as you heard a door open and close. Jungwon must have noticed your concern because he kissed you again, his fingers moving to tangle in your hair.

His hand was moving slowly over your thigh, your skirt riding higher and higher until you felt his fingertips brushing against your bare skin.

"You're driving me crazy." He whispered against your mouth. "Do you have any idea how much I've thought about you these past few days? How much I want to fuck you right now?"

His fingers brushed against the crotch of your underwear and you bit your lip, moaning softly into his mouth. You could feel your arousal growing, a slow ache settling between your thighs.

Jungwon chuckled. "You're so wet for me already."

He hooked a finger under your underwear, pulling it down to your knees, using his other hand to rub your wet folds.

You whimpered at the touch, wanting to feel his finger inside you. He teased you with just the tip of his finger for what felt like hours, his touches light and teasing.

"Jungwon..." You whispered, feeling impatient. "Please."

"Please what?" He looked up at you and you could see the challenge in his eyes.

"Stop teasing me." You whined as his fingers moved away from your sensitive flesh.

"I'm not teasing you."

"Yes, you are."

He smirked and shook his head. "No. I'm simply enjoying the view."

You pouted at him. "You're the worst."

He chuckled as his fingers began to move against your inner thigh, drawing little circles. You bit your lip as his fingers drew closer to your core, your anticipation growing.

"What if someone comes in?" You whispered, your words sounding strained.

He looked up at you. "Then I'll give them a show."

You could see the mischief in his eyes and you knew that he would make good on his promise. You sucked in a breath as his fingers brushed against your sex, your arousal coating his finger. He slowly began to push his finger inside you, causing you to let out a low moan.

You could feel yourself growing wetter with each thrust of his finger and you let out a low moan when his thumb pressed down on your clit. Your hips bucked forward as Jungwon began to move his finger faster, thrusting it into you as he rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Do you want more?" He whispered against your mouth and you nodded, your voice lost in your moans.

"Use your words, baby."

You felt him thrust his finger hard inside you and you clenched around him.

"More. Please, I need more."

He chuckled. "Good girl."

You felt him slip a second finger inside you, thrusting them into your core as you moaned softly. His fingers were moving faster and harder now and you were barely able to form a coherent thought as the pressure grew between your thighs.

"I'm going to come..." You gasped out, your thighs trembling with the need to feel your release. Jungwon slowed his movements down and you let out a frustrated moan.

"What are you doing?" You whined, not sure if you could take much more of the teasing.

"Not yet." He replied with a smirk. "Not until I hear you beg for my cock."

You gaped at him. "What?"

"You heard me."

Your mouth opened to argue, but no sound came out. You could feel your face burning with embarrassment, but the sensation of his fingers inside you was making it impossible for you to think straight. You looked into his eyes, the dark orbs full of desire as he smirked at you.

"Please, Jungwon. I need it so badly. I'll do anything." You knew it was the desperation talking, but you didn't care.

"Anything?" He moved his hand away from your cunt and you bit back a whimper at the loss.

"Anything." You promised.

He seemed satisfied and he moved off the desk. You could see the bulge in his pants and you watched as he slowly undid his belt. Your eyes followed his movements as he unbuttoned his pants, slipping the zipper down and slowly pulling down his boxers. His cock sprung free, already hard and leaking at the tip. You let out a low moan at the sight.

"You want it?" Jungwon asked, slowly stroking his cock with his hand.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes from him. You let out a soft whimper, wanting him so badly you thought you might cry.

Jungwon moved back towards the desk, pulling your legs around him so that your centre was lined up with his cock. You reached down, stroking him gently as he groaned.

"You're such a tease." He groaned, looking down at you as you bit your lip.

You smirked at him, feeling more confident now that you had him where you wanted him. You slowly stroked him, enjoying the sounds that he made as you moved your hand up and down the length of his cock. You could feel the wetness between your thighs, your arousal coating his length as you stroked him.

You guided him into your centre, the tip of his cock sliding against your wet flesh. You gasped as he pushed deeper inside you, feeling your walls stretch to accommodate him.

He began to move slowly, his thrusts gentle as he let out a low moan.

"You feel so fucking good." He whispered, his hips moving faster. "God, I can't get enough of you."

His hands were resting on your waist, his grip tight as he began to thrust into you harder. His cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you and you let out a low cry as he quickened his movements.

"Jungwon, wait. We have to be quiet." You warned him, knowing that the last thing you needed was someone walking in and catching you with your co-worker's cock inside you.

"I can be quiet, sweetheart," He chuckled, moving faster. “But can you?”

You struggled to remain silent, biting your lip hard as his movements caused a delicious friction between your legs. Your thighs were trembling as he slammed into you, the pleasure building up with each thrust. He leaned forward, his lips brushing your neck as he kissed you softly. His pace was slowing and you knew that he was trying to be gentle, but you didn't want him to be. You wanted him to fuck you hard.

"Harder." You moaned into his ear. "Fuck me harder."

You felt him growl against your skin, his hand gripping your thigh as he began to fuck you harder. His cock slammed into you and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped you as your head fell back. He kissed you hungrily, his hands moving to your breasts as he squeezed them through your blouse. His fingers found the buttons, unbuttoning them as he slid his hand inside your bra. You could feel your orgasm building as he pinched your nipple, moaning into his mouth as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Quiet, sweetheart. We don’t want everyone staying back to hear how much of a slut you are, do we?” He felt your cunt clench tightly around him at his words and he groaned. “Fuck, you like being called a slut don’t you?” 

He slipped his hand under your skirt, his finger brushing against your clit as he fucked you. You moaned loudly, knowing that you were going to come at any moment.

“J-Jungwon, I-I’m”, You could barely speak, mind going blank as his thick cock reached places inside you that had you seeing stars. 

Jungwon moved faster, his thumb circling your clit as your orgasm approached. His thrusts became harder and more desperate as you came, his cock thrusting into you hard. You struggled to keep yourself silent as you came hard around him, the sensation of your release making you shudder.

He continued to move slowly, riding out your orgasm until he was sure you were done. He slipped out of you, stroking himself as he watched you come down from your high.

"I wish I had a camera," He groaned, biting his lip as he began to stroke himself faster. “You look so fucking gorgeous when you come.”

You moved closer to him, wrapping your hand around his cock and you began to stroke him faster. You could feel his pre-cum coating your palm and you watched him as he groaned, his head falling back. He bit his lip hard, his hips thrusting into your hand. He groaned your name as he came, his warm liquid coating your hand.

You slowly let go of him, using your thumb to gather some of the come on your hand. You lifted it to your mouth, sucking on your thumb as Jungwon watched. He groaned as you cleaned off your hand, leaning down to kiss you. You could still taste the sweetness of his release on your tongue as you kissed him hungrily, your hands roaming over his chest and grabbing onto his tie desperately. 

He pulled away slowly, pressing his forehead against yours.

"That was amazing." He whispered, kissing you softly.

You smiled. "It was."

You could see that he wanted to say something else, but he remained silent. You climbed off the desk and he fixed his clothes, sliding his fingers through his hair as he looked down at you.

You tried to tidy yourself up, doing your best to look presentable and to not look like you were just fucked by Jungwon on your desk.

"So... uh... I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked, trying to sound nonchalant even though you felt like you were about to burst.

Jungwon smiled at you and you swore you could feel the room heating up.

"Tomorrow?" He replied. "I can't wait."

You rolled your eyes at him. "That's not what I meant."

"I know, I'm just playing with you." He smirked, walking to the door. "I'll see you later."

He disappeared through the door and you let out a long sigh, shaking your head as you tried to process everything that had happened. You saw your phone light up on the table with a message and you took it up to see a message from Sunoo.

Sunoo: r u two done fucking now

You blushed at his message, still reeling from what had happened.

You: what??

Sunoo: you and Jungwon were clearly busy. i came near your office and heard noises. what's going on?

You: nothing! we weren't doing anything. he was just helping me with work

Sunoo: oh sure... sure... I don't believe you

You: what's that supposed to mean?

Sunoo: if you two aren't fucking, then what was that noise?

You: we were... uh... yelling at each other

Sunoo: sure... that's why he sounded like he was fucking you so hard

You: seriously sunoo, shut up

Sunoo: okay fine... I'll drop it... for now.

You rolled your eyes, knowing that there was no way you could escape from his teasing now. He was going to hound you until he got his answer and you weren't going to be able to lie to him anymore.

You let out another long sigh, still feeling the high from your orgasm as you began to clear up your desk. You knew you were in for a long night of insistent questioning from Sunoo and you had a feeling you weren't going to get much work done tonight.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔙𝔢𝔦𝔩 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯

Mike Schmidt X male reader

This was requested from a really nice person on tumblr: “I completely fell in love with your Mike Schmidt x male reader, and I have an idea for part four, if you make one. So you know how in the movie the aunt hires Max and her brother to mess with Mike's job. Well, what if the aunt hires someone to break into Mike's house on a night when y/n is babysitting Abby. Idk really just seemed like an ok idea.” Hope I was able to satisfy your request.

Tags: Part 4 of this miniseries of Mike Schmidt x male reader. No use of Y/N. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Smut at the start. Top Mike. Bottom reader. Reader being called “good boy”. Blowjob (reader giving). Angst. Some small fight scenes.

Words count: 6000 words

If you have an idea for part 5, please let me know <3. I love spending time in reading others opinions

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

Part 1-part 2-part 3-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8

The evening was cloaked in a heavy, golden light, the last rays of the setting sun casting long shadows across the small, familiar space of Mike's home. The day had been long, and you could see the weight of it in the way Mike's shoulders slumped, the fatigue etched in the lines of his face. He was standing in the living room, one hand resting on the back of the worn-out couch, the other rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that spoke of his tension and exhaustion.

Abby was already tucked away in her room, engrossed in some cartoon on the television at full volume, her laughter occasionally ringing out. You watched Mike for a moment, your heart aching with the silent burdens he carried, the unspoken fears that clouded his thoughts.

He hadn't noticed you yet, his mind clearly elsewhere as he stared out the window, lost in thought. You approached him quietly, your steps soft on the wooden floor. When you reached him, you gently placed a hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his worn jacket.

His head turned to look at you, and for a moment, the stress in his eyes softened, replaced by something warmer.

You stepped into the room quietly, not wanting to startle him, though he must have sensed your presence because he looked up, offering you a tired but warm smile "Hey," he greeted softly, his voice rough with exhaustion.

"Hey," you replied, stepping closer until you were standing beside him. You reached out, gently placing a hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You look like you could use a break."

Mike let out a heavy sigh, the kind that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. He nodded, but the motion was half-hearted, as if he was trying to convince himself as much as you. "Yeah, just...' a lot on my mind," he admitted, his voice low and rough, tinged with exhaustion

He let out a heavy sigh, his eyes flicking to the paperwork before meeting yours again "Yeah, it's just.. everything feels like it's piling up, you know?"

You could hear the frustration and weariness in his voice, and it made your heart ache. You knew how hard he had been working, how much he was sacrificing to make sure Abby had a safe and stable home.

But you also knew he couldn't keep going like this without burning out. He needed to unwind, and maybe you could be the spark that helped him do just that.

After all, there were better ways to relieve stress, and your lips were more than ready to offer a hands-on demonstration.

You hesitated for a moment, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you considered your next words. Despite everything you had been through together, talking about anything remotely intimate still made your cheeks flush with heat.

"Mike," you began, your voice soft, almost hesitant. He looked at you, his brow furrowing slightly in concern, and you could see the question in his eyes. “What if...I helped you unwind a bit? Maybe I could help you shake off some of that stress?”

For a moment, Mike seemed caught off guard, his eyes widening slightly as he processed what you had just said. Then, a slow, almost relieved smile spread across his face, and he let out a low chuckle, the sound filled with a mixture of affection and amusement.

“You'd think after all this time, and after all the times we've seen each other naked, you wouldn't be so nervous around me," he murmured, his voice softening as he reached out to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your flushed skin. "It's adorable"

Your cheeks burned even hotter at his words, and you ducked your head slightly, feeling embarrassed but also touched by his reaction. “I just... I’m not the best with words, but I really want to help you, in any way. I hate seeing you like this.”

His expression softened even more at that, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. "You always know how to make me feel better," he said quietly, his hand slipping from your cheek to rest on your shoulder, his fingers gently squeezing in a reassuring gesture.

"And if you're offering... I'm not going to say no.”

His lips met yours. They were warm and soft, moving with a gentle but insistent pressure that made your heart skip a beat.

You kissed him back with just as much intensity, your free hand moving to cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Mike's hand tightened around yours, his grip almost desperate as he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against your lips in a silent request. You parted your lips, allowing him in, and the kiss became more urgent, more intense.

His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer until you were nearly in his lap, your bodies pressed together.

You reached up, your hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat beneath your palm.

"You're such a good boy," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and filled with a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something more primal.

The praise sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped your lips at the sound of it.

"It's okay," he murmured, his hands sliding down your arms to gently grasp your hands, guiding them to the waistband of his pants.

Mike's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he watched you, his gaze filled with a mixture of affection and desire while your fingers began to undo the button of his pants. The intensity in his eyes made your own pulse quicken, and you felt a rush of heat pool in your stomach as you worked the zipper down, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge beneath the fabric.

He leaned in and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands moving to his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. He was so warm, so solid beneath your touch, and it made you ache with need.

Your hands slid down his chest, your fingers brushing against the hem of his shirt before slipping underneath, your palms meeting the warm skin of his abdomen. He shuddered at the contact as he deepened the kiss even further, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperation that made your pulse race.

Mike let out a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest as you pushed his pants down, your eyes widening slightly as you took in the sight of him.

He was already hard, his arousal evident as it strained against the fabric of his boxers, and the sight of it made your own breath hitch in your throat.

"You're doing so well," Mike murmured, his voice rough with pleasure as he gently guided your hands to the waistband of his boxers, encouraging you to pull them down. "Such a good boy for me."

The praise made your head spin, your body flushing with heat as you followed his lead, pulling his boxers down until his length was fully exposed. You bit your lip, your gaze fixed on him as you took in every inch of him, the way he throbbed with need, the way his breath hitched slightly as you ran your fingers along the length of him, testing the waters.

Mike's hand slid into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided you down to your knees, his grip firm but gentle.

You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as you saw the hunger in his eyes. "Please, Mike," you whispered, your voice trembling with need as you leaned in and let your head rest on his thighs, your breath ghosting over the sensitive skin. "I want to make you feel good."

He let out a low, guttural groan at your words, his hips jerking slightly in response "Do it," he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

That was all the encouragement you needed.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of him, your tongue flicking out to taste him.

The salty, slightly bitter taste of him filled your senses, your tongue swirling around him, tracing every vein and ridge of his cock.

You slid your tongue up one side and down the other, slowly sucking him in as you began to take him deeper.

Mike's reaction was immediate, his breath hitching as his grip in your hair tightened, a low groan rumbling in his chest. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice rough and raw with pleasure. "That's it... just like that... good boy..."

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you moaned around him, the sound vibrating against his dick as you kept moving, taking him deeper with each bob of your head.

Mike's hips began to move in time with your motions, his breath coming in harsh, uneven gasps as he fought to keep control, to keep from losing himself entirely to the pleasure you were giving him. But it was a losing battle, his control slipping as he let out a series of low, guttural grunts, his hands tightening in your hair as he pushed you closer, his need for release becoming more urgent.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're so good... so fucking good."

You could feel him throbbing against your tongue, the tension in his body building with each passing second, and you knew he was close. You doubled your efforts, taking him as deep as you could, your hands gripping his thighs for support as you moved faster, more insistently, wanting nothing more than to push him over the edge, to hear him cry out your name as he came.

And then, with a low, broken groan, he did. His release hit you with a sudden, overwhelming intensity, the salty warmth of him filling your mouth as he came, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. You swallowed him down as you continued to work him through his orgasm, milking every last drop from him until he was spent, his chest heaving with the effort of catching his breath.

He leaned down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, his hand gently stroking your hair as he whispered, "Thank you"

His arms wrapped around you, holding you firmly against him. You could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

Mike grunted slightly as he shifted, trying to get a better look at you. “I wonder if you’ll ever stop getting all flustered and shy around me.” A small, teasing smile played on his lips, a rare sight that made your heart skip a beat.

Mike sighed, his hand gently stroking your thigh as he murmured, "I should get ready for work."

You knew he was right, but the thought of letting go of him, even for a moment, made your heart ache. Still with your butt seated comfortably on his lap, you tightened your grip on his chest, your voice soft and playful as you whispered, “Stay a little longer.” You laughed lightly, the sound a mix of genuine amusement and a hint of longing, hoping he’d catch the underlying wish in your words.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss while his hand squeezed softly your waist.

“I wish I could.”

You nodded, understanding, even though it hurt to let him go.

Reluctantly, you untangled yourself from him, watching as he stood and began to gather his clothes.

When he put his security vest on, he turned to you and stepped closer, the distance between you closing as he reached out, his hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder.

He glanced over his shoulder towards Abby, who was still, in her room, engrossed in her drawing. "Listen," he began, his voice dropping into a more serious tone, one that made you instinctively pay closer attention. "My aunt... she's been pushing harder lately. She's still doing her best at making our life a living hell. I wouldn't put it past her to try something drastic."

You frowned, your concern deepening. "What do you mean? Do you think she'd actually do something?"

Mike let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his dark hair, a gesture you'd come to recognize as a sign of his stress. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. "But I've got this bad feeling. Just be careful as always, okay? If anything feels off, anything at all, promise me you'll call."

You nodded, doing your best to project confidence. "I will. Don't worry, I'll keep Abby safe."

Mike's expression softened, a mix of relief and gratitude washing over his features.

"Alright," he said, his voice steady but still carrying that undercurrent of worry. He pulled you into a tight embrace, his lips pressing against your hair as he whispered, "I'll be back as soon as I can. Stay safe."

The door opened with a soft creak, and Mike stepped outside, disappearing into the twilight.

Abby was already in her room, her small frame bent over a large piece of paper, crayons scattered around her like a rainbow explosion. The television murmured softly in the background, playing one of her favorite cartoons, but her attention was fully captured by the world she was creating with her drawings.

As the clock ticked closer to her bedtime, you suggested a quieter activity to help her wind down. You decided on a movie, something light and fun that wouldn't keep her up later with nightmares. She chose one of her favorites, and you settled down on the couch together, the soft glow of the television illuminating the living room.

But as the minutes passed, you started to notice something strange. It was subtle at first-barely noticeable-but it grew more persistent with time.

A faint noise, like the creaking of floorboards, echoed from somewhere in the house. You dismissed it at first, telling yourself it was just the old house settling, but then you heard it again, louder this time.

Your heart skipped a beat as you strained to listen, but the noise stopped as quickly as it had started. You glanced down at Abby, who was completely engrossed in the movie, blissfully unaware of anything out of the ordinary. Not wanting to alarm her, you kept your concerns to yourself.

Then, you heard something else.

footsteps.

They were faint, but distinct, coming from outside the house. You tensed, trying to discern where they were coming from, but they seemed to move too quickly, as if someone was running around the perimeter of the house.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Abby," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady, "I'm just going to check on something, okay? I'll be right back"

She nodded absently, her eyes still glued to the screen. You gave her a reassuring smile before slipping off the couch and heading toward the front window. The footsteps had stopped, but you still felt uneasy. You moved carefully, peering out the window into the darkness beyond.

At first, you saw nothing, just the faint outline of the trees swaying in the night breeze. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw movement. A shadow, darting quickly between the trees. You blinked, trying to focus, but it was gone before you could be sure.

Your heart was pounding now, your grip tightening on the curtain. You leaned closer to the glass, scanning the yard for any sign of life, but the night was still, save for the rustling leaves.

You were just about to pull away when the phone rang, the sudden noise causing you to jump.

You cursed under your breath, feeling foolish for letting your nerves get the better of you, and hurried to answer the phone. "Hello?" you said, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.

"Hey, it's me," Mike's familiar voice greeted you, instantly soothing some of your anxiety, "Is everything okay?"

You exhaled a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. "Yeah, everything's fine," you replied, though your voice still held a hint of the tension you'd been feeling. "What about you? How's work?

Mike sighed, the weariness in his voice evident even over the phone. "Boring. Me and the cameras tonight, keeping an eye on everything." He paused for a moment, as if debating whether to continue. "I- I was thinking about you," he added, his tone shifting to something softer, more intimate.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "Oh? And what were you thinking?"

There was a brief silence on the other end, and you could almost imagine him fidgeting, trying to find the right words. "Well, I was wondering if, you know, maybe later on, when Abby's asleep, you'd be up for... helping me out a bit? Like you did before I left."

You felt a spark of excitement at the idea. You knew exactly what he meant, and the thought of it made your pulse quicken.

"You mean... like phone sex?" you teased, keeping your voice low so Abby wouldn't overhear.

Mike chuckled softly, and you could hear the relief in his voice. "Yeah.. something like that. Only if you're up for it, of course."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress a grin. "I think I could be convinced," you replied, letting a playful edge slip into your tone. "Though I'm not sure you'll be able to focus on your job afterward."

"Who says I'm focused on it now?" he quipped back, his voice carrying that familiar blend of affection and humor that you loved so much.

You laughed quietly, feeling more at ease now than you had all evening. "Alright, you've got a deal. But I should probably warn you, Abby's still full of energy, so it might be a little while."

"That's okay," Mike said, his voice dropping to a lower, more suggestive tone. "Just thinking about it will keep me going until then."

There was a brief pause, and then Mike spoke again, his voice tinged with affection. "I love you, you know that?"

You felt your heart swell at his words. "I love you too, Mike. I'll see you soon."

You hung up the phone, feeling both relieved and anxious. The house was quiet again, but the sense of unease hadn't entirely dissipated. You quickly went around, double-checking that everything was locked, before returning to the living room where Abby was still watching her movie.

She looked up at you with a smile and you forced a smile back, trying to appear calm.

You couldn't help but glance at the window again, half-expecting to see a shadowy figure standing there.

But there was nothing. Just the dark, quiet night outside.

Eventually, Abby yawned, her small hand rubbing at her eyes. You glanced at the clock, realizing it was getting close to her bedtime.

"Alright, little artist," you said with a playful smile, gently taking the crayon from her hand. "I think it's time to start winding down."

You helped her gather up the crayons and paper, placing them neatly on the table for her to continue tomorrow. Then, you guided her to the bathroom to brush her teeth, her small hand warm in yours as you led her through the bedtime routine.

Once Abby was ready for bed, you tucked her in, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she snuggled into her pillow.

"Are you okay, Abby?" you asked softly, wanting to make sure she wasn't picking up on any of the tension you were feeling.

She nodded sleepily, a small smile on her lips. "I'm okay. I like when you're here," she said, her eyes earnest as she looked up at you.

She snuggled deeper into the blankets, her eyes never leaving yours. "Because Mike smiles more.”

The statement caught you slightly off guard, but you smiled gently, curious about what she meant. "He does? What do you mean, Abby?"

Abby nodded earnestly, her face serious as she explained. "He doesn't smile a lot, you know. But when you're here, he does. Sometimes it's just a little one, like he's trying to hide it. But I can see it."

"He talks about you a lot too," Abby continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if she was sharing a secret. "Like when we're having breakfast or when he's helping me with my homework. He misses you when you're at college," Abby added, her brow furrowing slightly as she recalled something else.

"He gets grumpy sometimes when you're not here. He doesn't say it. He doesn't laugh as much, and he's more quiet."

You reached out and gently squeezed her hand, feeling an overwhelming sense of love for both her and Mike. "Thank you for telling me that, Abby. It means a lot to hear that. Sweet dreams, okay?"

"Okay," she murmured, already drifting off as her eyes fluttered shut.

You stayed there for a moment, watching her breathe softly, her small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. There was something so peaceful, so innocent about her in that moment, and it only made you more determined to protect her, to keep her safe no matter what.

Finally, you quietly slip out of the room and close the door behind you.

The hallway was dim, the only light coming from the faint glow of the lamp in the living room.

You made your way back to the couch, intending to relax for a bit, maybe read a book or watch something lighthearted to take your mind off things.

But as you settled onto the couch, you couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that had been growing since Mike left. It wasn't anything specific, just a gnawing feeling in the back of your mind, like something wasn't quite right.

You tried to push it away, focusing on the book you'd brought with you, but the words seemed to blur together, your mind too distracted to make sense of them.

After a few minutes, you gave up, setting the book aside and leaning back against the cushions with a sigh. And that's when you noticed it. A flicker of movement outside the window, just at the edge of your vision.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes darted to the window. For a moment, there was nothing, just the reflection of the room in the glass.

But then you saw it again, a shadow passing by, quick and almost imperceptible.

You stood up slowly, moving towards the window with cautious steps, trying to convince yourself that it was nothing, maybe just a trick of the light or an animal passing by.

But as you reached the window and peered out into the darkness, you saw it again this time, clearer.

A figure, moving through the shadows, too close to the house to be anyone just passing by.

Your heart began to race, your pulse pounding in your ears as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing.

You backed away from the window, moving quickly but quietly through the house to check the locks on the doors. The front door was secure, as was the back door, but the uneasy feeling in your chest only grew stronger.

You returned to the living room, trying to decide what to do next. Should you call Mike? The police? You didn't want to overreact, but the thought of someone lurking outside the house, especially with Abby asleep in the next room, was enough to make your blood run cold.

And then, as if to confirm your worst fears, you heard a faint scratching sound, like something sharp scraping against wood.

It was coming from the back door.

Panic surged through you, your hands trembling as you fumbled for the phone.

You quickly dialed the number of the eerie place Mike was working in, your heart racing as the phone rang in your ear.

"Hey, is everything okay?"

"There's someone outside," you whispered, your voice shaking with fear. "I think they're trying to get in."

There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a soft curse. ""I’ll call the police and then head over. Don't open the door for anyone except me, okay? I'm on my way.” Mike instructed, his voice firm despite the worry you could hear.

You hung up, your mind racing as you quickly moved towards Abby's room. The scratching at the back door grew louder, more insistent, but you forced yourself to focus on getting Abby to safety.

"Abby, sweetheart, wake up," you whispered urgently as you shook her gently. She stirred, blinking sleepily up at you.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"We're going to play a game," you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fear that was threatening to overwhelm you. "We're going to hide, and you have to be really, really quiet, okay?"

She nodded, her wide eyes staring up at you, filled with trust. Her innocence made your heart ache, but you pushed that feeling down, focusing on the task at hand. You gently move towards her "secret fort."

You helped her crawl inside, making sure she was comfortable and well-hidden under layers of blankets. The space was cramped, barely big enough for her small frame, but you knew it was the safest place for her. You reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, giving her a reassuring smile even though your insides were twisting with fear.

"Stay here, Abby," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "No matter what happens, stay here until I come back for you. Don't make a sound, okay?"

Abby nodded, her lips pressed into a tight line as she did her best to be brave. "I'll be really quiet," she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly.

You smiled at her, trying to mask the fear you felt, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Good girl," you said softly, your heart breaking as you closed the fort, hiding her from view.

You stood there for a moment, your hand resting on the top of the dresser, as the reality of the situation began to sink in. The house was too quiet now, the silence pressing in on you from all sides. You could feel your pulse in your throat, your heart hammering against your ribcage as you strained to hear any sound that might give away the intruder's location.

You knew you couldn't stay in Abby's room, it was too risky. If the intruder found you, there was a chance he would discover Abby, and you couldn't let that happen.

He seemed to know how to move in this situations, locking her room from the inside would just trap you in it.

You had to draw him away from her, give her as much of a chance as possible to stay hidden.

With every muscle in your body tensed, you quietly slipped out of Abby's room and moved toward the hallway. The shadows seemed to shift and dance around you, the darkness feeling thicker, more oppressive than before. You paused at the door, listening intently.

The scratching had stopped, replaced by the sound of footsteps moving through the house.

He was inside.

You held your breath, every muscle in your body tense as you listened.

The footsteps were getting closer, each one sending a fresh wave of fear crashing over you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to decide what to do.

You moved quietly but quickly down the hallway, each step measured and precise. You didn't dare make a sound. The house now felt like a trap, each corner a potential hiding place for the intruder. You reached Mike's bedroom door and slipped inside, closing it gently behind you.

Mike's room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon filtering through the thin curtains.

You pressed your back against the wall beside the door, your breath shallow and rapid. You could hear the intruder's footsteps growing louder, closer. The sound sent a chill down your spine. Your mind raced, trying to come up with a plan, but every idea seemed more desperate and hopeless than the last.

And then the footsteps stopped, just outside Abby's room.

Your heart lurched in your chest, your breath catching as you realized the intruder was inside Abby's room. You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you searched for any possible thing to hit the man.

You knew you had to stay hidden,but when you heard the faint rustling sounds coming from Abby's room, your heart sank. You peered through the small crack in the door, barely daring to breathe as you saw the intruder crouching down beside Abby's bed, carefully placing something under it. The glint of metal caught your eye. A knife, long and sharp, was placed there deliberately.

Your blood ran cold as you realized what he was doing.

He was planting evidence.

Trying to make it look like Mike was keeping dangerous items where a child could find them. He wasn't just trying to scare you, he was trying to destroy Mike.

The intruder moved with an unsettling calmness, methodically working through the room as if he had all the time in the world. He opened Abby's dresser and placed something inside, something small and white that you couldn't quite make out.

Pills, likely. Perhaps the prescription Mike had mentioned in passing, the ones he rarely touched now but kept for nights when the insomnia got too bad.

Anger flared in your chest, hot and consuming, as you watched the intruder desecrate Abby's room, turning it into a scene of fabricated neglect.

How could someone do this?

How could they be so heartless, so cruel?

You leaned forward slightly, your eyes darting to where Abby was hidden, ensuring she was well-concealed. As your foot stepped down on the floor, it creaked loudly, shattering the silence.

His covered head snapped up instantly, and your eyes locked for a heartbeat before you jerked your head back inside the room.

The sound of his footsteps grew louder, each one faster and more urgent than the last, echoing ominously through the hallway.

Panic surged through you. There was nothing here, nothing even remotely close to a weapon. He was getting closer.

The door creaked as it was slowly opened, the movements of the man careful and deliberate. You pressed yourself against the wall, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

But it was too late.

His eyes swept the room, and in the dim light, they locked onto you.

For a heartbeat, time stood still. Your eyes met the intruder’s, and in that instant, you saw the raw terror flicker in his gaze as he realized he was caught. The silence was shattered as he lunged at you, his movements frantic and desperate. His hands, cold and clammy, reached out to stifle your scream.

The force of his attack sent you crashing on the floor, your head slamming into the floor with a sickening thud. Pain exploded in your skull, your vision blurring as you tried to fight back, your hands pushing at him, your nails clawing at his arms in a desperate attempt to break free.

His hands found your throat, squeezing with a terrifying intensity, cutting off your air.

You gasped, your lungs burning as you struggled to breathe, but his grip only tightened.

The world around you began to spin, the edges of your vision darkening as your strength started to fade.

You fought with everything you had, your survival instinct kicking in as you tried to pry his hands off your neck, but it was no use. He was nearly double your size, his weight blocking you down on the floor, his strength overwhelming.

Your vision tunneled, and the last thing you saw before the darkness claimed you was the cold, unfeeling eyes of the intruder. Your hands fell limp, your body going still as the fight drained out of you.

The pressure on your throat increased, and then...

nothing.

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by a muffled scream of pain.

The intruder convulsed violently as a muffled scream of pain erupted from behind his mask. He stumbled backward, away from your lifeless form, writhing on the floor as the electrical current tore through him.

Mike stood in the doorway, his face twisted with fury. He held the taser that Vanessa had given him for protection after Abby was taken at Freddy's, and he was already moving towards the intruder, who was writhing on the floor, his screams of agony muffled by the mask he wore.

He lunged forward, pushing the intruder back on the floor with his body as he tried to get back up. His fists rained down on the intruder’s face with ferocity, each punch fueled by a combination of fear, anger, and desperation.

His grunts filled the room, each one punctuating the brutal force of his blows. There was no mercy in his movements, only the desperate need to protect, to punish.

The intruder's attempts to fight back grew weaker with each passing second, his body limp and barely responsive under Mike's relentless assault. His fists were driven by something primal, something that transcended reason or logic.

The world had taken too much from him already, and he refused to let it take any more.

Time seemed to stretch on forever as Mike continued his brutal assault, his rage all consuming.

But then, as if from a great distance, something cut through the fog of his anger. A small, almost imperceptible movement, a gentle touch on his shoulder. His body tensed, but he hesitated for just a fraction of a second. The rhythm of his punches faltered, the force behind them weakening as a different kind of awareness began to seep into his mind.

Mike's breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with exertion. His fists hovered above the broken, bloodied form of the intruder, shaking with the effort it took to hold back.

His vision was blurred, the world around him slowly coming back into focus. The room was a mess, blood staining the floor and the walls, and there, just within his line of sight, was you watching him, your eyes filled with something he couldn't quite place.

Mike turned to you, his hands trembling as they reached out to touch your face, as if to make sure you were really there, really okay.

"I thought... I thought I lost you," he said, his voice thick with emotion. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, desperate hug, holding you so tightly you could barely breathe.

You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as the adrenaline slowly faded.

Mike buried his face in your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, "you’re okay... you’re okay...”

Mike pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze searching your face as if needing to see for himself that you were really there, that you were really okay. His hands gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that clung to your cheeks.

His eyes flicked to the bruises on your neck.

"I'm okay," you reassured him, though the pain in your throat made it hard to speak.

"I love you," Mike murmured into your hair, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a sense of peace wash over you despite everything that had happened.

After a few moments, Mike reluctantly let go, his gaze shifting to the unconscious intruder on the floor. The man was still breathing, though barely, his chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths.

You moved back to the fort where Abby was still hidden, her small form curled up under the blankets you hide her in. Gently, you knelt down beside her. She was asleep, her breathing soft and steady, unaware of the terror that had unfolded just outside her door. You carefully scooped her up into your arms, holding her close as you carried her out of the room.

Once the intruder was tied up and secure, Mike returned to you, his expression softening he saw you with Abby and he reached out, brushing a hand gently over her hair. "She's okay?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, smiling softly. "She slept through the whole thing. She doesn't know."

Mike let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders sagging as some of the tension drained from him. "Good," he murmured. "That's good."

The sound of approaching sirens filled the air, growing louder as they neared the house.

The authorities arrived quickly and the intruder was taken away. He soon confessed to being someone hired by Mike's aunt in a desperate attempt to discredit him.

The police officer's words felt distant as you replayed the night's events in your mind. It was only when you felt Mike's hand squeeze yours that you were pulled back to the present.

"Let's get you checked out," Mike said softly, concern still evident in his voice as he led you to the waiting ambulance.

You nodded, exhaustion finally catching up to you as you allowed him to guide you outside. The cool night air hit your face, a stark contrast to the warmth of Mike's hand holding yours.

The paramedics were gentle as they checked you over, their hands moving carefully as they assessed the bruises on your neck and the minor injuries you'd sustained during the struggle. Mike stayed by your side the entire time, his presence a comforting anchor in the chaos of the night.

When they were finished, Mike helped you into the back of the ambulance, where you sat together, the silence between you filled with a thousand unspoken words. You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

His grip on you tightened, as if the very thought of what could have happened was too much to bear. "I couldn't lose you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not you, not Abby. You both mean everything to me."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached up to gently touch his face, your thumb brushing against the stubble on his cheek. "We're okay, Mike," you said softly, your voice filled with a quiet strength. "We're safe. And we'll get through this together."

If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

[bluerosegardens]

hello! Is it okay if you write dorm leaders reaction to a heavily energetic reader please, if you don’t want to Idm ^^

of course, anon! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you like it!

dorm leaders + gn!energetic!reader

c/w: i can't write for jamil very well but i tried, leona is annoyed by you but respects you still, can you tell i can’t write for vil. malleus’s part is like 60x more romantic than the rest of the characters sorry 🤧

notes: ok so i have only completed book 3, but ive gotten plenty of spoilers about the next four books so i think i wrote for them pretty well just a heads up tho

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS find you a little hard to keep up with. He himself has his outbursts and episodes like anybody else, but that also comes with anger, so he does his best to suppress them. But you? No, you were always this way, and in a positive manner. It almost reminded him of Kalim, except that you could handle yourself and seemed to be relatively smart, seeing that you were passing your classes as a non-magical person in a magical school.

Your excitability sometimes led to you have an evident, though not purposeful, disregard for the rules. It was irksome, yes, and it took a lot of restraint from him not to lash out at you as much as he may at Ace or Deuce—he still feels guilty from his Overblot, and besides, you’re a lot easier to stand at times than compared to those two. But, overall, he still manages, opting to instead recite the rule you broke tamely, and receiving an understanding nod from you that makes him pleased. Quietly, he’ll let out this small sigh, a symbol of his appreciation for your respect of his strict ways. It isn’t easy for him to change, and while he’s trying his best, it’s nice to know he has somebody who’s willing to comply with the rules for his sake.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR somehow gets even sleepier in your presence. Just the sight of you having so much energy makes him lethargic. Why were you always so peppy? How were you always so peppy? It didn’t make any sense to him. You being this way wouldn’t be so much of an issue if you weren't so persistent. But here you were, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him, and here he was, tired and annoyed and letting you drag him to his classes just to shut you up. It was like having a brighter, more talkative version of Cheka that actually knew what made him tick. It was irritating, but if he really hated it so much, why'd he always comply and go along with you? He'd never admit it, not in a million years, but he has this respect for you after all you've done for NRC, so he finds it best to give into your wishes, no matter how childish you seem. Because he knows that you aren't. He's seen it play out with every single Overblot. You're a lot more clever than you look, Herbivore, and he gives credit where credit is due.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO has to deal with Floyd on the daily, so it's not like this is anything new to him. If anything, it's better, considering your energy doesn't take the form of violence, like a certain Leech twin. At first, Azul did mistakenly assume your energy to be included with stupidity, which was a grave error on his part, when he discovered your scheme to destroy his contracts. In fact, he really thought you to be dumb enough to forget to even drink the water breathing potion before you went underwater to the museum. He was harshly incorrect, however, and so now he deals with the price of having to put up with your bounciness. You visit the Mostro Lounge quite often, helping out for an extra profit where you could and checking up on Azul, despite his protests against it. He's internally thankful, somewhere deep down, but it makes him embarrassed to admit it.

JAMIL VIPER is tired of this treatment. What did he ever do to deserve this? Is this punishment for his ill thoughts toward Kalim he's harbored for so many years? Why'd a Kalim Part Two have to come along? And hang around the Scarabia dorm so much? He was tired, over it, and so done with this crap. At the very least, you're not irredeemably dumb, and you're able to handle and care for yourself. You've made that quite evident from your life in Ramshackle to the way you've dealt with numerous overblots. He's surprised someone of your.. nature.. could be so responsible. So, as a minor thanks for not being completely stupid, he does his very best to.. avoid you. Why? Well, because even though you're tolerable, he'd prefer to not have a complete outburst of anger at you, fueled by Kalim's irresponsibility and the two of your energetic natures combined. So, consider this a favor. He's trying to be considerate, let him do what he needs to do.

VIL SCHOENHEIT is intrigued, not annoyed, but not overjoyed, either. Epel’s a handful already, so now that he’s taking on yet another project, he’d prefer it if you were a little more compliant than the purple haired first year. He understood it felt difficult to sit still for a while, but just try for him, okay? Otherwise he finds it rather endearing. He thinks it’s cute, the way you get excited to see him all the time. It’s flattering, definitely. He just wishes you'd sit still while he paints your nails, potato.

IDIA SHROUD is overwhelmed please leave him alone why are you so wild god help him. He’s already constantly afraid of Kalim and Cater jumping him, now he’s gotta worry about another secret THIRD threat? this is NOT fun he NEVER should have exited his room WHY did he let Ortho drag him around today. You kind of scare him into attending classes. Though he guesses (?) he’s appreciative of having another person who seems so enthusiastic about games like he is. But please don’t scare him like that or else he WILL be going into conniptions.

MALLEUS DRACONIA finds it interesting, adorable and very fascinating. He’d adore you regardless of what you were like, but this is just so endearing to him. It’s one thing that people seem to get iffy around him, whether that be out of respect or fear or both. But you don’t seem to be overly respectful of him, nor afraid. It might seem like a death wish to most, but in your case? You were too enthralled with the current task of running up to him excitedly every time you saw him to even give it any thought. And that is what he appreciates and desires so much out of you. It brings a smile to his lips every time you bound outside of Ramshackle at night to walk with him, or when you have this big grin on your face as you talk about something that interests you. He couldn’t ask for it any other way, really.

[lovelyjj]

I have a request, might be a weird one but I can imagine reader and JJ have been dating for a couple weeks and reader gets her period and is very agitated and mad and uncomfortable one second and the next second, she’s happy overall just really moody, and JJ has no clue what’s going on. Hope you have a good day 🤍

Period

jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 692

a/n: thank you for requesting, sorry it’s so short.

Your relationship with JJ has only been going on for a couple weeks. It was new and exciting. You met JJ at the beach. He was there with the pogues surfing and you were there tanning along with reading at the beach.

JJ has been nothing short of wonderful. He was charming, funny, and he made you feel alive. JJ was just as smitten with you as you were him. JJ was a good boyfriend from the short time that you knew him.

Being on your period was a whole ordeal. JJ hasn’t experienced you on your period yet because you have only been going out for a few weeks. When you are on your period your emotions are all over the place. You tried your best to keep your emotions in check but it was very difficult.

You were at the château in a mood. Everyone was getting ready to go to the beach. You however didn’t want to go as you were bleeding out. You were frustrated and annoyed because you had cramps that hurt a lot.

“You ready for the beach m’ lady?” JJ asked.

“No i’m not going,” you crossed your arms.

“What why not?”

“Because I don’t want to,” you huffed.

“Ok missy don’t have to be rude about it,” JJ scolded.

“Somebody’s got an attitude,” JJ continued.

“Just leave me alone,” you frowned.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong JJ.”

“Well you seem pissed.”

You sighed. You were mad and you were uncomfortable. You just didn’t know how to get out your frustrations.

“I’m sorry but i’d like to be alone.”

“I’m not leaving you,” JJ expressed.

“Ugh JJ please just stop I’m done with you.”

“What did I do?” JJ asked.

“Everything just- what what are those,” you pointed behind you to the kitchen table that had a beautiful arrangement of flowers on it.

“Oh uh I got you some flowers,” JJ smiled.

You lit up. “Really? For me?” You jumped up and hugged JJ tightly. You squealed in delight.

JJ started laughing because he was so confused by your sudden mood switch. One minute you were mad at him and he thought he was in trouble the next you’re smiling and hugging him like he’s your own personal superhero.

———

The next day you were all eating lunch at the wreck. All the pogues were there. You were all waiting for your food and you were in a mood. You seemed upset and nobody knew why.

You were just tired and uncomfortable and that made you upset. So you sat there with a frown on your face. JJ was concerned but he didn’t know what to do.

Eventually the food came and you perked up. You smiled and did a happy dance. JJ watched you impressed and confused that your mood could change so fast.

When you were back at the château, you and JJ went to his room. There the two of you relaxed and unwinded.

“Hey I have a question,” JJ stated.

“What is it ?”

“Um you’ve been particularly moody lately and I’m just so lost as to why.” JJ explained.

“Oh um well i’ve been on my period,” you responded.

“You- what?!” JJ was stuttering.

“I’m. on. my. period.”

JJ wasn’t stupid. He knew what a period was but he’s never really been around it. Suddenly all the pieces fell together. It all made sense though JJ didn’t know your emotions could change so fast when you are on your period.

“Oh right ok. Well do you need anything?” JJ asked.

“Um some chocolate would be nice,” you mentioned.

“Right away princess,” JJ was quick to get some chocolate from the cupboards.

You were quick to indulge in the chocolate it making you feel a little better.

“Lay down with me,” you asked JJ.

He of course couldn’t deny you anything so he got on the bed and pulled you into him.

JJ rested his hand on your stomach, his warm skin heating you up and making you more comfortable. You loved him a lot, you truly did. And you figured your periods will be less horrible with JJ around.

[hannahbarberra162]

Under the Microscope, Part 6 (Yandere Sabo X Reader)

on Ao3

18+ MDNI

All the other chapters

You spend your first few days on the island. It's like a vacation, right?

Your POV

“Naturally there’s only one bed,” Sabo said as if you were being silly, “this was my room, how many did you think I would have?” He kept a firm grip on your arm as you tried pulling it away. “It gets very cold on the island at night and we don’t have any heating. We’ll share a bed again, like we did on the boat,” Sabo explained. The room was much like the house, it had belongings in it but bare white walls and no rugs on the wood floor. It had a large bay window, a small bookcase filled with books, a closet, a few wooden chests, and a bed big enough for two. You’d investigate the books later, you were tired.

“I don’t think - can’t I sleep on the couch? Or the floor?” you asked. 

“No,” Sabo replied firmly. You waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t. Sabo wasn’t asking you, he was telling you. It reminded you of when he informed you he’d be taking you to the Revolutionary Army.  “It will be like before. I’ll keep my clothes on and stay over the blankets, I don’t get cold.” You were uncomfortable with the idea, but what choice did you have?

“Ok,” you replied quietly. “I don’t, um, have another set of clothes, can I -” 

Sabo smiled again, back to his happy mood. He released your arm and put his hat down on top of the bookshelf.

“I told you, you can wear anything I have. Anything that is mine, is yours. The closet has various garments hanging, feel free to look.” You padded over to the closet, not commenting on the wedding vow-like statement Sabo had made. Looking through the clothes, you were a little disappointed. There were a few boxes up top filled with men’s summer clothes and a cowboy hat, but there were mostly Sabo’s shirts and slacks made of cotton. There wasn’t anything substantial like sweaters or thermal garments. It made sense, Sabo didn’t get cold, like he said. You did find some longer socks, which you took, along with a long sleeved shirt from the closet. 

“I’m gonna, um, change. Can you….” you trailed off, hoping Sabo got the hint, like he had on the boat.

“Of course, I’ll do the same. Be back in a minute.” Sabo took some clothes for himself and left the room. You hurried and changed, pulling the socks up as far as they would go. Since Sabo was taller than you they went past your knees, but were warm and comfy. Before putting on Sabo’s shirt you took off your filthy underwear and bra. You hand washed them a few times on the boat but they were still beyond gross. You wavered, you didn’t want to sleep nude under Sabo’s shirt but you really couldn’t bear to wear them another time. You sighed and buried them deep in the closet, you’d wash them again tomorrow. It would be mortifying to ask Sabo for underwear, but you’d have to do it eventually. 

You crawled into the bed, laying down under the covers. Your eyelids were heavy, you wanted to sleep even though it wasn’t late in the night. The bed was firm with a handmade quilt on it. It was a Jolly Roger of some crew, but you weren’t sure whose it was. Laying your head on the pillows, you squirmed around until you were comfortable. Sabo re-entered the room wearing more casual clothes than you’d ever seen him in but still with leather gloves on. You scooted over, giving him plenty of room on the bed. He laid down next to you, wavy blond hair strewn over his pillow. He was close to you, but wasn’t touching you. Like he said, the room was getting colder now that it was night. Maybe you’d cuddle up to him in the night, but you were OK for now.

“I feel like you’re drugging me,” you said sluggishly, hand under your cheek, face turned towards Sabo. 

Sabo laughed lightly. “What makes you say that?” He tugged the quilt higher up so it was covering your shoulders.

“I’m so tired all the time, I feel like all I do is sleep,” you said, yawning. 

“You’ve been chronically exhausted. How much were you sleeping before we met?”

Your eyes shut of their own accord. “Not much, maybe a couple hours a night. Couldn’t sleep more than that.” 

“It’s your body catching up. I’m sure you’ll adjust soon,” Sabo said quietly. You hummed, already drifting off to sleep. You thought you felt Sabo kissed the top of your head, but you were already one foot in Dreamland.

Sabo POV

Sabo watched you sleeping, as he had the previous nights. He wasn’t going to sleep yet, but he wanted to send you off to rest at your side. You were already scooting closer to him to get warm, but you’d be alright for now. Sabo hadn’t mentioned that the warmer clothes were in the chest by the foot of the bed. He wanted you to be cold, to seek his warmth in the night, like you had the past few nights. He’d let you know before he left for the RA headquarters, he didn’t want you to be cold in his absence and seek out someone else, even if it was only Ace. 

He wasn’t going to do anything, but Sabo was curious about your outfit for the night. He let his hand wander down under the blanket for a moment before he simply had to see if what he felt was correct. He gently peeled the blanket back, scooting closer at the same time. Sabo felt his cock pushing against his pants as he ran a hand slowly up your leg, beginning at your ankle. You were wearing his socks but because you were shorter they looked more like thigh-highs.  It was so sultry and sexy to see you like that, Sabo wanted to peel them off of you with his teeth. He wanted  to fuck you with your feet on his shoulders while you wore those socks and nothing else. He wanted to be smothered by your clothed thighs as he ate you like a fine meal, your fingers gripping his hair. He couldn’t stop himself from running his hand higher and higher to touch your thighs where the socks cut off. He made a mental note not to buy you any socks in your size, he thought his looked great on you.

As he ran a finger up your leg towards your hip, he made another fascinating discovery. You weren’t wearing any panties. Sabo knew you didn’t mean to provoke him, otherwise you would have indicated it somehow. He didn’t want to spoil his own fun, so he didn’t take a good look at your nudity. Sabo wanted you to show him your luscious body, not take furtive glances in the dark like a thief. Sabo reluctantly pulled the blankets back over you, but you rewarded him by rolling towards him. He was able to keep a hand on your leg, delicately touching you while you slept. You sighed happily in your sleep, the first time Sabo had heard such a sound coming from you. 

Sabo also noticed that you didn’t correct him when he mentioned your sleep schedule when you “met.” Normally you were so quick to say that he’d kidnapped you, but you’d let it slide for the first time. He wanted to gently acclimate you to your new life, and it seemed like you were adjusting rather well for your first week. Sabo silently slid out of bed, pressing another kiss to your head. It was too early for him to go to sleep and he had to deal with this massive erection you’d given him. 

Grabbing a towel, Sabo silently left the room and shut the door, leaving you to sleep. Going to the shower, Sabo turned the water on as cold as it would go. He didn’t love being in water as a Devil Fruit user, but some sacrifices needed to be made. Under the cold streams of water, Sabo tried to will his visions of you in those socks to go away but it was no use. Sighing, he changed the water to hot, and started slowly stroking his cock. He’d done this daily since he met you, one more time wasn’t going to make a difference. 

Grabbing the base of his thick cock with one hand, he slowly started pumping himself into his fist. In his imagination, you were spread out beneath him, mewling for him, calling his name. He imagined fucking you slow and deep, hitting your sweetest spot with his cock just so. He sped up his movements, imagining your tits bouncing as he fucked you faster, biting into your shoulder and marking you. You’d come undone before him, moaning his name over and over like a prayer on your lips. As Sabo imagined you coming, he came in his hand, almost moaning your name. Panting, he took a moment to collect himself and turned off the shower. Wrapping himself in his towel, he quickly brushed his hair and put on his clean clothes. 

Exiting the bathroom and going downstairs, Sabo saw an unamused Ace waiting for him in the living room, perched on the back of the sofa. Sabo sighed, the conversation was going to happen sooner or later. Ace wanted it sooner.

“Sabo, what the fuck?” Ace began. He wasn’t yelling, which was a good start. Sabo wasn’t going to let him disturb your sleep, but it would be easier to talk to him if he didn’t start getting angry immediately.

“Well, I couldn’t leave her -” Sabo began, but Ace interrupted immediately.

“I know the RA didn’t order you to bring her here, so I’m asking again, what the fuck?” Ok, Ace was mad. He actually thought through why you’d brought Sunny here.

“You’ll like her! She’s smart, she’s kind -”

“She’s pretty too, eh Sabo?” Ace crossed his arms.

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not why I -”

“Cut the shit Sabo, what’s going on?”

Sabo sighed, he was going to have to level with Ace at least a little bit. He’d never been able to conceal the entire truth from his brother, Ace knew him too well.

“I brought her from that Marine base, she was the target of my last mission. She’s a brilliant scientist, I want her to continue researching some of her prior assignments. And I didn’t want to bring her to the RA, I thought it would be overwhelming for her. She’s…tightly wound, anxious. They weren’t treating her right, they were hurting her.”

“And…? -” Ace prompted. He wasn’t going to drop it until Sabo confirmed what he wanted to hear.

“OK, fine. Yes, I like her.” Sabo was annoyed, he didn’t want to talk about his feelings for you, even with Ace. Ace grunted. 

“But that’s not why I brought her here,” Sabo protested. “I’m going to have to go back to the Headquarters soon and I want you to watch over her. You can’t stay by yourself on the island forever. You need to -”

“Don’t tell me what I need to do, Sabo,” Ace bit out. Sabo rolled his eyes. He’d been trying to get Ace off the island for a long time, but Ace wouldn’t leave. Every time Sabo left for a mission or for the headquarters, he offered Ace a spot on whatever ship Sabo was taking but Ace declined every time. He always said that he needed more time to heal, but Sabo thought he was scared. Scared to see his old crew, his old friends, to see Luffy, to face the judgment of people he knew. Not that he would say all that to Ace, that was a sure way to get a week of silent treatment. Sabo didn’t want to force him off the island either, that would be counterproductive. 

“Well, she’s staying here for now. Give her a chance. She’s got a fun Devil Fruit -” Ace’s face soured as Sabo mentioned Devil Fruits, but Sabo persisted “and I don’t think she even knows who you are.” Ace’s eyebrows went up nearly to his hairline.

“How? Everyone in the world knows -”

“Ask her yourself. She didn’t react when you introduced yourself, it wasn’t an act. She’s been isolated in her lab for years. The Marines were working her to the bone, you should have seen her when I met her.” Ace huffed. Sabo was pleased you didn’t know who Ace was, it would be easier for you to talk to each other if you didn’t come in with any preconceived notions. He knew you and Ace would get along well, you two just needed to sniff around each other a little. 

“What’s her Devil Fruit? Anything good?” Sabo hummed to Ace’s question. Ace was already a little interested, he could tell.

“Not for combat, but it’s fun. She can magnify things -”

“ -like make food bigger?” Sabo rolled his eyes. Of course Ace’s mind would go straight to food.

“No, as far as I can tell she can just magnify the images of things, but it’s still useful. I’m sure she’d show you if you asked.” Ace thought for a moment.

“Final question: why aren’t you calling her by her real name?” 

Sabo bristled at the question. “She hasn’t told me yet, just her nickname. She’ll tell me when she wants to.” Sabo did know your real name but he didn’t want to freak you out. He knew a lot about you, actually. But he’d only use the information if he needed to.

Ace jumped off the couch gracefully. “Whatever, Sabo. I know you’re hiding something. But for now I don’t care. I can babysit her while you’re gone but don’t expect us to become friends.” Ace walked out of the house into the cool night. Sabo rolled his eyes but smiled a little as he went to his office to work on some reports. Things would work out just fine. 

Your POV

You woke in the early morning, finding yourself curled into Sabo’s side. He had his arm looped over your middle, spooning you from behind. Turning onto your back, you saw he was still asleep. You were cozy and enjoyed the sensation of being near someone, even if it was your kidnapper. True to his word, he was wearing clothing and was over the blanket, which was a small source of comfort. You looked him over in the morning light. His features were relaxed in sleep, his wavy hair splayed out giving him an angelic look. You hadn’t really gotten a close look at his scar before, even when you were in his jail cell with him. It covered most of the left side of his face and looked like it dipped below the collar of his shirt. You felt the impulse to trace it with your fingers but didn’t want to wake him. 

You tried to slowly move Sabo’s arm off of you, but as soon as his arm wasn’t making contact with your body, he brought it back down and pulled you closer to him. Any attempts to free yourself just made him hold you tighter. There wasn’t any way you were getting out of bed without Sabo letting go of you. Sabo was strong, but you didn’t think he would be that strong in his sleep.

“Sabo,” you whispered, trying to wake him gently, “Sabo, let me go.” Sabo stirred a little but his iron grip didn’t budge. “Sabo,” you whispered, this time shaking him gently, “lemme go.” You squeaked as a sleepy Sabo rolled and pulled you under him.

“No,” Sabo grunted as he fell back to sleep on top of you, his face buried in your neck. Your face heated as you felt the combination of his hot breath on your face and his morning erection pressing against you. You knew it was a natural occurrence, he wasn’t even awake, so you wouldn’t mention it to him. 

“Sabo,” you said, louder this time, “Sabo, you’re squishing me, get off.” You repeated yourself even louder and shook him and he finally woke up.

“Hi,” Sabo said huskily, grinning down at you with closed eyes, face still soft and sleepy. Ugh, why was he so goddamn attractive?

“Hi. You’re crushing me,” you replied, trying to push him off you. Sabo opened his eyes and took stock of the situation. You realized his milky eye didn’t track anything - you had suspected but now you knew he couldn’t see out of it at all. 

“Oh, sorry,” Sabo replied. He didn’t seem embarrassed or surprised in the least. He rolled off, laying on his back next to you. Stretching, Sabo let out a big yawn. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you, you can go back to sleep,” you said quietly. You figured he might want to go back to sleep, judging by the sun it was still very early in the morning. 

“No, it’s alright, I’m up. It’s good to start the day early, I should thank you. Are you always a morning person?” You thought about it for a moment.

“Well, this is the first time I haven’t gotten up to reverie in years, so I don’t really know. I never took any vacation days, I was always busy -”

“Working,” Sabo finished for you again. You were getting tired of him doing that. “Well, this could be like a vacation, you can rest and relax and have fun.” Vacation was not exactly how you thought of your time with Sabo. He hadn’t done anything bad to you, but it wasn’t a vacation to be taken against your will. You didn’t answer, just swung your legs over the side of the bed, pulling the long shirt lower so it covered more of your thighs. 

“What do you want to do on your first day off?” Sabo asked, still laying down, now with his arms behind his head. You turned your head to face him, fiddling with the quilt on the bed.

“Umm, I’m not sure. I don’t know what there is to do here,” you replied. You actually hadn’t had a day off in a long time. If you were at the base you would probably have worked anyway, but now there was nothing to do.

“I think you should spend some time outside. You have an unhealthy pallor to your skin. I mean, I know I’m pale, but you look like you’ve spent years locked away.” 

“I wasn’t locked away, but you’re probably right. I saw some interesting flowers, similar to some I’ve seen on Spring islands and I wanted to…” you trailed off, knowing Sabo wasn’t interested in your thoughts on flowers.

“Wanted to do what?” Sabo prompted. Your face heated again, it was a little embarrassing to talk about your nerdier hobbies.

“To um, press them. And look at them later. It’s a…hobby I used to do. I have, well, had a few books of flowers I pressed over the years.”

“What a wonderful way to spend the day! You do that, I’ll work, and we can meet back up at lunch time.” Sabo seemed happy you’d found a way to entertain yourself. You started to get up, but sat down quickly with a question.

“But wait, how will I know when it’s lunchtime? I don’t have a watch and what if I’m on the far side of the island? How will you let me know it's time to eat?” Sabo smiled at you and gently pulled your hair.

“I’ll use my observation haki, silly. Ace can too, we’ll always be able to find you here.” Sabo said so casually, but it sent a chill down your spine. They’d always be able to know where you were? The chances of you escaping from the island were down to zero. You’d have to wait until Sabo took you off the island, if he ever did. 

“Ah. Ok. Well, I’ll um, get dressed then. Make some breakfast maybe,” you said awkwardly. You went to the closet, took a pair of Sabo’s pants and a belt you found, and tried to discreetly dig for your dirty bra and panties. Wrapping it all in a bundle, you scurried out of the room to the bathroom to change.

As you expected, the pants were too big and you had to use the belt to keep them up. It had a red letter “A” emblazoned on the buckle, it was probably Ace’s. You’d ask him if you could use it when you next saw him, and hoped he said yes. Ambling down to the kitchen, you made one of the three meals you were good at making - quick buns with egg filling. It took a little bit of time for the dough to rise but they were worth it. By the time Sabo had come down the stairs, the buns were done steaming and you were finishing off the eggs to go inside. You’d made some coffee and were drinking it from a mug you’d found.

“Thank you for cooking! This looks amazing, I can’t wait to try it,” Sabo exclaimed, sitting down at the counter. You served him a plate, then grabbed your own.

“I think I made too many, I haven’t cooked in a while,” you lamented. Sabo grinned.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Ace’ll show up eventually. He’s never been one to leave food behind. Especially nothing as good as this.” You hummed and bit into your food. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, enjoying the early morning sun. When you were done, you cleaned your plate and went outside, purposefully not asking Sabo for permission. He said you could and you didn’t want to act like more of a captive than you were. 

You spent the morning enjoying strolling around the island. There was a surprising amount of ecology on the island. There was freshwater, like Sabo had said, but also some grassy areas and some more densely wooded areas. Vegetation abounded and you enjoyed looking at some of the unique specimens you hadn’t seen before. Once you were far away from the house, you tried zooming in on it, just to see what was happening inside. You spotted Sabo and tried zooming in further, to see what he was writing at his desk. As you watched him, he looked up and smiled, waving at you. It scared you and you dropped the magnification immediately. Evidently the observation haki worked both ways and he could tell when you were watching him. 

Dropping that idea, you spent your time in nature observing various organisms. You’d forgotten how much you enjoyed macrobiology since you spent so much time on the micro side of things. You were looking closely at an interesting leaf you found on the ground, when someone spoke behind you.

“Hey, it’s lunch -” Ace started, but you cut him off with a scream.

“Don’t scare me like that!” you panted, out of breath from your fright.

“Whaddya mean? I wasn’t being quiet or anything. I even called your name a couple times,” Ace said in disbelief.

“Well I didn’t hear you, geez,” you said, heart rate finally calming down, “sorry, let’s head back.” You and Ace walked near each other back to the house.

“You wearing my belt?” Ace asked, looking at your outfit after a few minutes of walking in silence.

“Oh, I’m sorry, yeah. Is that OK? I found it in Sabo’s closet and I needed -”

“S’fine. I’m not using it. What were you doing?” 

“Oh, um, looking at a leaf. It had an interesting serration pattern that I wasn’t expecting given the climate of the island.” Ace didn’t reply, but most people didn’t. It was no secret to you that the things you found interesting weren’t always interesting to others.

“With your Devil Fruit power?” Ace continued, almost sounding attentive.

“Yeah. Did Sabo tell you? I can um, magnify things.” 

“He mentioned it. What can you do with it?” Ah, the same question you always got. You tried not to be defensive, you didn’t think he meant anything by it.

“I use it a lot in research, like a supercharged magnifying glass. I also like to look at the stars, animals, plants, bugs -” Ace cut you off.

“You like bugs?” he asked skeptically.

“Yeah, I wanted to become a botanist or an entomologist for a while when I was a kid. That’s a scientist who -” you started to explain, but Ace cut you off again. 

“I know what an entomologist is. Kind of a weird thing for a kid to want to be,” Ace said. You shrugged, you didn’t need to justify yourself to him. What was with these brothers and interrupting? Were they raised by wolves or something? If anything, you were feeling annoyed at yourself for sharing information without being asked. 

“But, then again, our other brother has always wanted to be King of the Pirates, so…not the wildest dream I’ve ever heard of.” Ace mentioned the third brother, you wondered who he was or if you’d meet him on the island. Only time would tell. The two of you reached the house with Sabo sitting on the porch, waiting with three dishes of stir fry at the ready.

“Did Ace catch you unaware?” Sabo asked when you got close enough. “I heard you scream.” You blushed, you didn’t think it was that loud. 

“Yeah, but it wasn’t his fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” You sat down on the chair nearest Sabo and started to eat. Like the previous night, the food was excellent. You sat between the two brothers, eating and staring at the ocean, enjoying the quiet calm. 

After that, things fell into a pattern for the next few days. Sabo gave you a notebook and a pencil, and you spent your days outside observing and noting the flora and fauna of the island. Someone would come and get you for meals, and you’d go to the house to eat. Sometimes you’d read on the couch in the afternoons and take a short nap or go walk along the rocky shore of the island. It was quite relaxing, you actually felt energized and recharged. Shortly after dinner every night you’d be too tired to stay awake any longer and have to go to sleep. Sabo always went to bed with you and you always woke up to the two of you spooning. 

Sabo’s  POV

Sabo watched silently from afar as you delicately touched a crimson flower petal with a slightly shaking finger, like it was spun from glass. You were crouching low to the grassy ground, inspecting the island’s blaze flowers. They were gorgeous when in bloom, their petals a gradient that went from deep red to orange, mimicking the fire from which they got their name. The flowers didn’t have any practical use besides their beauty, but when Sabo had seen them blooming on the island during his initial inspection, he had taken it as a sign that he and Ace were meant to live there. 

Sabo didn’t have to try very hard to hide himself from you, you remained as oblivious as ever, which worked to his advantage. He watched over you constantly to ensure that your transition to living on the island was as smooth as it could be. He watched you wander around the island, either in person if he had time, or checking in on you with his haki. Sabo wanted to spend every moment with you, given that he’d be leaving in a few days, but he knew that wouldn’t help you adjust any faster. You were like a little kitten, you needed to explore your new environment on your own - with a little guidance here and there. He sought you out every few hours, usually to let you know that meals were ready or that he’d made you tea back at the house.

Every time he found you, you were magnifying something, or making little notes in the journal he’d given you, or gathering wildflowers to press later. Sabo could practically feel the tension lea vin g your body as you were allowed to exist without deadlines and stress after being overworked for god knows how many years. It still made his blood boil to think of the way you’d been treated at the hands of the Marines but Sabo would bide his time until he left the island. For now, he wanted you to forget that you were brought here and just relax while he was still able to care for you in person.

Sabo was a little nervous to leave you with Ace, especially since you’d just gotten to the island. Ace would come around, Sabo wasn’t worried about that. Ace’s loneliness and curiosity would trump his moodiness, it wouldn’t take long. If Sabo had his wishes, he would have stayed here with you for at least a month, showing you what life would be like when you accepted your place at his side. But unfortunately, being the Chief of Staff of the Revolutionary Army meant that his presence was needed in person, not just over the den den. He had a few smaller missions he needed to complete, and he was hoping to be done with all of that and back to the island in a few weeks. 

Sabo knew he would miss sleeping next to you in bed, it was practically one of his favorite parts of the day. You still drank the water he gave you, making you conk out by 9 PM every night. He would miss a lot of the physical touches he fostered between the two of you, taking every opportunity he could find to touch you. You were still unsure and shy, and didn’t always pick up on it when Sabo flirted with you. He found it endearing, how reserved and inexperienced you were. It made Sabo wonder if he’d be your first (and last) lover, or if you had some kind of romantic fling before. 

Intentionally pushing your boundaries, Sabo would stand too close to you when you were showing him a particular bud, or guide you back to the house with his hand on the small of your back. He would ask you about the stars at night before you got too tired, sitting behind you on the rocky beach so that your back touched his chest. You always flushed at his antics, but never said no or moved away. In fact, during colder evenings spent under the stars, Sabo found you leaning towards him for heat, much like you did in the night. He saw your glances you tried to hide, watching him as he cooked in the kitchen or as he worked in his office. Every day you came closer to Sabo’s goal of getting you to trust him, to want to be with him the way he wanted to be with you.

Walking up to your still crouching form, Sabo tried to make as much noise as he could so as not to startle you. He kicked rocks, he was humming, he even snapped a few sticks under his feet to generate noise. Once close enough, Sabo put his hand on your shoulder in greeting. You jumped, surprised to see him, and accidentally dropped the flower you’d been holding. 

“S-Sabo! Sorry, I didn’t see you, I was um, looking at this flower,” you said while retrieving the blossom from the dirt below. Sabo truly enjoyed your observations and thoughts about the vegetation and insects on the island. He found that you had a wealth of knowledge about almost all facets of science, and were always interested in learning more. He was sure that once he was gone, you’d pilfer his meager library in search of more information. 

“Mmh, the blaze flower. Lovely, isn’t it?” Sabo picked another beside you, twirling the stem between his fingers. 

“It is, I’ve never seen another like it. I wonder what geological and meteorological attributes of the island make it blossom so early in t he season,” you replied thoughtfully, still touching the petals. Sabo took his flower and gently tucked it behind your ear. As always, your face flamed and you averted your gaze from him, but you didn’t remove the flower he’d given you. Sabo stood up, and giving you his hand, helped you to your feet as well.

“Lunch is ready, let’s eat before Ace does. Otherwise, all we’ll have left are these flowers for food,” Sabo joked, trying to lighten the tension. You laughed lightly, having seen Ace’s appetite in action. Sabo put your hand on his forearm, like a gentleman, walking together back to the house with arms linked. You didn’t flinch or pull away, instead allowing him to rub small circles into your soft skin with his gloved thumb. One day at a time , thought Sabo, one day at a time.  

Your POV

Life was easy on the island, you actually had been enjoying your captivity thus far, if you were being honest with yourself. You were still nervous around Sabo and his brother but you were enjoying your time on the island when you were out exploring. Sometimes Sabo would come find you and ask you about whatever you were looking at. You knew he was scientifically oriented, so you shared your findings with him. They weren’t particularly academic, but seeing a beautiful flower or fascinating beetle held your interest and seemed to hold Sabo’s as well.

As before, you enjoyed talking with Sabo, even under the new circumstances. He was always polite and sweet and tried his best to make you feel comfortable. You had to constantly remind yourself that he had ulterior motives, that he just wanted you to work for the Revolutionary Army and this was all just a part of a plan. You knew he was touching you a lot, but you knew better than to think it was all genuine . But you found yourself wanting to lean back into his body more during your stargazing, or to grab his hand as the two of you walked together, or to sit closer to him on the porch steps so your legs touched. You didn’t do those things, but the longing increased day over day. It made you feel a little pathetic, enjoying the attention and affections of someone who was only pretending, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

On the sixth morning, as you finished your eggs in a bun, Sabo and Ace perked up their heads simultaneously. It was eerie, like they both sensed something at the same time. You hadn’t felt anything, it unnerved you. 

“Ship’s here,” Ace grunted, already back to eating. Sabo’s eyes flicked to you.

“We’re going somewhere?” you asked, confused. Maybe this would be a chance for you to escape after you made it to the next destination. 

“Ah, no. I’m leaving. You’re staying here with Ace,” Sabo replied, putting his hand over yours as if to comfort you. 

“You’re leaving me here?” you asked quietly, your hopes suddenly dashed. 

“Not forever, I just need to leave for a bit. It will only be a few weeks, then I’ll be back. You won’t be alone, Ace will be here too. He’ll keep you company.” Ace grunted again. You’d had a few conversations with Ace, but not many. He wasn’t unfriendly or mean, but he was reserved and distant. “Ace will be nice ,” Sabo hissed, looking pointedly at Ace, “and I’ll be here again before you know it. Do you want me to bring anything back for you?”

You were stressing out at the sudden information. Your free hand was shaking, but the one under Sabo’s was kept still by his own. Sabo rubbed his thumb in circles over the top of your hand, watching you carefully. You didn’t like that he was leaving you here, in the middle of nowhere, with someone you didn't know, for an undetermined time, for unknown reasons, to go somewhere secret, what if Sabo died and no one ever found you again, what if Ace got mad at you and killed you, what if there was a tsunami and the island flooded, what if you starved to death on the island…your thoughts were flooded with bad potential outcomes and crises. 

“Maybe some books?” Sabo prompted, bringing you back to his original question.

“Oh. Um. Yeah. Can you get books about the flowers and plants for the island? Especially if there's one about the fruit trees in this area of the Grand Line, there's some really interesting varieties." You’d wanted to learn more than just your casual observations had been offering. You'd never spent time on an autumn island before and you found it fascinating.

“Of course, anything else? Anything you need?” Sabo was still stroking your hand gently. You flushed, thinking of the other items you wanted.

“I..um…need…clothes. All the clothes a woman would need.” You tried to get around saying the actual items, it was too embarrassing. 

“My clothes seem to work well for you for the most part. Is there anything specific you need? Skirts? Dresses?” You had a feeling Sabo knew what you were asking for, he just wanted you to say it.

“No, um, I mean a skirt would be nice, but um, I really need, ah, underwear. And a bra.” You weren’t sure your bra would make it the entire time Sabo was gone, but you weren’t going to go around braless. Sabo smiled, patting your hand.

“Ah, of course. Not to worry, I’ll have Koala buy some. She reports to me, she was on the ship with us. I don’t think I introduced you,” Sabo mused. You remembered him talking to a woman about your murder, perhaps that was Koala. “But you were so sick, remember? Another reason I don’t want you coming for such a short trip.” You nodded, not really processing what Sabo was saying.

“Ace can get a hold of me, call me if you miss me,” Sabo said brightly.

“You’re leaving now?” you asked. Things were moving too quickly, you didn’t have time to adjust to the sudden changes.

“Sorry, the Revolution waits for no one. Stay in the house until Ace tells you the boat is gone. It’s safe but I don’t want anyone to see you.” Sabo stood up and walked over to stand next to Ace, ruffling his long hair.

“Bye, brother. Call me for anything.” Ace barely acknowledged Sabo’s farewell, just gave him a side hug while continuing to eat. Sabo put his top hat on his head, strapped his pipe to his back, and grabbed his coat off the hook on the wall. 

“One last thing,” Sabo said, coming close to you. He leaned down and cradled your face in his hands. Pulling you forward, he kissed you softly on the lips. You were shocked, you didn’t resist or react. Sabo took that as encouragement, kissing you again more deeply while keeping your head in his hands. He pulled back, gave you a small smile, and let go of you.

“Bye, love. See you soon,” he said, tipping his hat with a grin.

[lukolabrainrot]

What do you think is the story with JD?

It looks like he is Ns bf, but that does not make sense on so many levels.

To say he is there to distract from something else going on e.g. a relationship of LN does not make an awful lot of sense either. Honestly, apart from the fandom nobody would care, especially not in the industry, whether they are together or not. And she could have just gone to NY alone of L and here were not ready to be out yet.

What are your thoughts on JDs role in this saga?

Ok here is where I am at with everything after the last week and a half...

First let me lay out what we got from L/N last week:

L/N obviously agreed to the post with L at her place as she's getting ready with a ring on his ring finger (they are both smart and know the fandom, they knew we would notice). People can argue all they want about those hands... I've stared at L's hands a LOT this year! Those are L's hands in the pic with N getting ready. Period.

N now has her claddagh on the left hand, which signifies marriage or engagement if worn in the traditional manner (which N appears to do with this claddagh). It's not on the ring finger, but has moved to the left hand, which is significant.

There was a video circulating early last week that included a small clip of a voice of a man that MAYYY have been L in the audience while N was presenting at the Glamour Awards.

L shared the October 3rd Polin meme with Xx (indicating he's a lot more online than we think and knows what we are talking about)

Less than 24 hrs later we get the Brb story at the Heathrow Airport with the two sets of carry-on luggage and two cups. L DOES NOT POST STUFF LIKE THIS LATELY. It was a TOTAL change in behavior.

L/N 100% coordinated those travel posts to indicate they're going to NY together on a "vacation" around her award and the BRB was a tease about SOMETHING and it appears to be related to him and N based on the coordinated posts.

Now here are my next points:

L/N have given us a lot of crumbs before, but last week was VERY obvious and intentional... so it made significant implications that something was planned on the NY trip, and we all had expectations that we would see L with N.

But THEN... all we have seen is N with JD (who tbf we've seen her with at various points throughout the summer).

N was BIG MAD about the hand holding video coming out and had her team ON IT with scrubbing and untagging the video.

Douglas is the only other person other than N who has said anything criticizing the fan for sharing the video.

So I will say this...

I'm VERY confused about how JD plays into this story... I don't actually think they are dating because of everything else that has signaled L/N are currently together (ESPECIALLY the rings and the very obvious clues last week). However, the hand holding video is not exactly a great look (and N and her team are normally soooo good at avoiding this stuff). It seems like a rookie mistake from N and her team, which just seems odd to me 🤔

I'm not sure why L/N implied they took this NY trip together (which I think they did and I feel very confident that L is somewhere in NY with N) if L/N WEREN'T planning to be seen together on the trip. The trip might not be done yet, so maybe they have something planned AFTER the Time event, but it's just weird to me 🤔 I have some theories on what might be going on BTS with L/N that might be complicating the situation, but I am going to hold on to those rn. But even with my theories, it doesn't make any sense to me why they don't just go public atp, especially since they have been teasing about it, PARTICULARLY last week 🤔

Lastly, I'm soooooo tired of the teasing! AND it's time for L to BRB now. Come on back Lukey...

So there you go. I don't have ANY idea what their plan was with the coordinated travel stories. I also have NO idea what role JD plays in all this... I don't think they're dating though. And I hope L follows up on his BRB story ASAP, and it's 100% obvious he's with N... we shall see... it's all very confusing tbh 🤷‍♀️

[mactavishsgfandwife]

saw that ur reqs r open, and i love all ur work sooo here i am lol

what would the tf141 boys be like w a reader who’s into horror? (i was thinking reader is like rlly sweet but loves playing horror video games or smth, but u can interpret it however u want!)

i can js imagine johnny freaking out when he sees reader playing like,,silent hill or smth. or resident evil 7 (can u tell im a horror game nerd lol)

but yeah! js a silly little idea i had, feel free not to write it if u don’t want to! have a good day, ily!

TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You 🎃

hi omg this is such a cute concept!! thank you so much for the support, you have no idea how much i appreciate it! i have so many ideas for them with someone who loves horror movies so that’s what this post is about (i hope that’s ok :( ) but i’ll try to write about horror games another time because that’s such a cute concept! i just have lots of ideas for this one rn so i thought i’d do it first female reader, fluff, not proofread <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley thinks it’s cute that you love horror movies. He spends half his life in a real-life horror, he’s seen things that you could never imagine. Teasingly calls you a ‘psycho’ for just sitting there happily, cuddled up to him as you watch something absolutely terrifying go down on the screen.

Simon is a pain in the ass to watch certain horror movies with, because if guns or fighting are involved then he will make sure to point out to you exactly what the directors got wrong.

"He’s holding it wrong… if I even… Price’d never let me hear t’end of it," he mumbles, not talking to anyone in particular.

When you cuddle on the sofa, if you’re laying face down on his chest, he loves to keep one hand on your ass. Sometimes, if something does make him jump, he’ll squeeze it out of instinct.

People don’t usually expect it but you’re very good with scary stuff, you rarely ever get spooked out. But sometimes you do, especially if you’re tired and it’s late.

Once, after you’d watched a film, you went to get ready for bed and Simon went ‘to eat something’. Even when you were all changed and ready for bed, he still hadn’t returned, and so - twiddling your fingers together for reassurance - you peeked out into the darkened hallway.

Only for a 6'4" soldier in a skull mask, wielding a cup of tea, to jump out at you from behind.

You screamed, stumbling back in a state of panicked confusion, about to cry out for Simon when you came to your senses and realised that the masked intruder was Simon.

He stood there, laughing his ass off, until he realised that you were obviously very on edge and a little bit teary eyed.

"C’mere…" he sighed, placing down his tea to take you into his arms, "i’m sorry, baby girl, please don’t cry…" Your heart was racing and you were debating whether or not to slap him, but you knew he didn’t mean to upset you. And you were happy so long as he made up for it.

Soap Mactavish claims that he’s not scared of anything. Nooo, no way, he’s not scared. He’s so not scared that he’s looking away and squeezing your hand.

Poor guy is so easily jumpscared, it makes you giggle.

"You sure this i’nt going t’be too scary for you, bonnie?" he coos, placing an arm around your shoulder as he half-watches the film that has plunged into a strange silence. He’s definitely trying (and failing) to be subtle as he flexed his muscular arms a little bit, in an attempt to show off.

"Oh yeah, don’t worry," you nod sweetly, smiling up at him.

"I’m just saying, angel, if you need to bury your head into my chest, or if you can’t look, then that’s okay, you just go ahead and make yourself comfortable. I’m a soldier, I could easily take on any- Shit! Fucking hell!" he jumps, squealing and then clearing his throat in a poor attempt to disguise it.

"You sure this isn’t going to be too scary for you, bonnie baby..?" you tease, kissing his cheek.

"Lay off it," he pouts, blushing a little bit as he nuzzles his face into your hair.

Alsoooo Johnny is a fiend for feeling you up when you’re watching a film together. He sees it as a perfect opportunity to get to know his pretty lass a little bit better.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick’s favourite part of movie night is the food. He loves takeaway (he’s definitely a Nando’s lover) but his absolute favourite food is your home cooking. When he was asked his favourite food when he was younger, he was always the one kid who would say "whatever my mum makes!" and now he’s an adult it’s just the same, but "whatever my girlfriend makes!" Whenever he realises you’re going to watch a film, whether you invited him or not, he will call out to you from the other room to "HOLD ON!" as he grabs snacks and drinks for the two of you.

Gaz isn’t too easily creeped out, but it happens. He’ll never admit that it’s because he was scared, but you’ve definitely noticed him ‘accidentally’ leaving the hallway light on. If it wasn’t an ‘accident’, then he obviously did it so that you wouldn’t feel scared in the night. He probably realises that you can see right through him, but you always say you believe him, just to make him feel better.

Kyle’s favourite horror movie series is Paranormal Activity, because it’s a so-bad-it’s-good kind of thing. He loves sitting in bed, eating popcorn, with you in his lap, laughing til you cry at all his jokes about how horrendously made the films are. Once, he was taking the piss out of how bad the film you were watching was and then immediately got jumpscared. He even let out a weird noise in shock - he didn’t hear the end of it for weeks.

Even if he’s not cuddling you as close as possible, Gaz loves to rouch you, usually by holding you with one arm as you rest your head on his shoulder. He is a serial thigh-squeezer.

John Price is a total dad, and that extends to when you can convince him to watch one of your favourite films with you. He wants to watch the movie, it’s not his fault if he falls asleep 15 minutes in every single time.

He lets you lay on his broad chest, that’s warm and rises and fall under your head, while he rests his hands behind his head and closes his eyes. He’s prone to snoring, too - in past, you’ve had to rewind the film because you missed part of it while you were trying to get him to wake up and shut up. The only sureproof way to wake him up is to try and move off of him - he’ll open one eye and grumble at you, as he pulls you right back into him.

"You’re not even watching the film, you’re asleep…" you whine, looking up at him.

"’M watching, love. Shhh," he mumbles, eyes still closed as he softly pats your hair.

"Are not," you pout.

"Shhh. ‘M trying to watch this," he hushes you, eyes closed and totally ready to go back to sleep. You’re almost annoyed at him but he makes that very hard, breathing softly through that moustache as he presses you against him, like you’re a teddy or a weighted blanket.

In terms of the films himself, Price isn’t easily scared (partly helped by the fact that he spends half of the time asleep). The first time that you two watched something scary together, he was almost expecting you to be terrified, but he was pleasantly surprised when you weren’t. He thinks it’s funny how you can sit in his lap perfectly happy and watch something that would have any ‘sensible’ (as he puts it) girl screaming.

He either gets very irritated by the main characters making terrible decisions and getting themselves into trouble, or finds it hilarious. He also loves to rub your feet while you watch the movie, literal princess treatment.

i kind of want to watch a horror movie nowwww

all pictures are from the game or from pinterest as far as i’m aware

i hope this was ok for you!!! i know it’s not exactly what you wanted but maybe we can just consider it part 1 of the horror obsessed reader saga >:)

masterlist

[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine: Sunflower Vol.6

Old!Logan knows he's going to die soon so he finds someone to spend that time with him, and now he shows you he'll be a good partner

warnings: age gap, not edited fuck a word count im lazy, would never find a man like lo on hinge, dating apps fucking suck, im a whore, logan smut, plus size reader cause duh its one of my fics lmao, always unprotected sex bc im irresponsible do not rec irl yall

This man's face was handsomely rugged, his eyes were bright as he smiled in one of his pictures, crinkles by the edges of his eyes. You usually didn't like men with facial hair, but you seemed to like older man with facial hair just fine. He even had full beard his hair a dark brown splotched gray was cut short, the sides of his hair swept up on either side of his head. You'd finally set the age higher on your hinge, officially done with the younger boys who were bound to break your heart or use you.

You knew that not all older men were charming, kind and respectful, but after chatting with Logan for a few days, you had hope that he was. He was very interested in you, wanting to know all about you and redirecting the conversation when it came to him. But he always had commentary on what you were talking about, and he wouldn't straight up ignore your questions, he'd just answer them very plainly then asking you something else. It had been about a month when he dropped the bomb.

He finally opened up to you, telling you about that first he was a mutant, before elaborating on what was going on with him. That he didn't have much time left, his doctor said that he'd have maybe 5 years left. But he wanted a significant other, someone that would stay by his side for the next 5 years.

You'd been on dates with plenty of men, some local, friends of friends or one offs with tourists. But nothing seemed permeant even when you went on dates, they expected sex. Nothing truly satisfied you, so many of them vanilla and have no real desire to make you come. It was like when you rolled up to stop sign, you waved at them first but then they waved at you to go, so you put your foot off the break to move forward, and then they go forward and almost cut you off.

What if he was really bad in bed and you wasted his time? You had priorities with your love life and you weren't going to lower your standards in order to not be alone. You liked yourself, you've spent years of getting over all the trauma your mother inflicted on you. Finally gaining confidence in your life and telling all of the men who weren't going to treat you to fuck right off.

But this proposition? This was sudden, after only a week of talking to each other. Though he was just making his priorities known, he wasn't popping the question. But the question had certainly fulfilled something in you and you wound up on Logan's lap. His hands on your waist and in your hair, his beard creating friction against your sensitive skin, your mouth enveloped in his. Your senses completely filled by his musk and the smell of cigars you were growing to associate with Logan.

Logan wanted to prove to you that he was worth choosing, you knew from his personality that you clicked there. But there was another part that he knew was important to you. Even if you wouldn't voice it you didn't a man who could pleasure you. You were tired of the half-assed guys who only made you feel good to get off on it, not to make you feel good. You couldn't believe when you finally opened up to him about your shitty relationships. But he took it in stride, the two of you waiting awhile before having sex.

That only led to intense makeout sessions, though at first it started off pretty slow. You clearly didn't have great experiences in the past with dating apps. You also hadn't dated a lot of older men, but you weren't expecting great sex. Of course it was a hope but just because they were older it didn't mean they were actually experienced. You had intimacy issues that Logan had to impatient with, but once the two of you kissed it was like everything clicked. So much of your anxiety fading away because you trusted Logan, and his hand on your cheek only soothed you. Eventually you'd move away, trying to have conversation about something else while the two of you were flushed and kept stealing glances at each other. Then you'd smile before leaning in to softly kiss his lips again, the feeling new and his lips were surprisingly soft, but his beard lightly scratched at your skin. Your hand coming up to feel the wirey hair beneath your fingers as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

It only kept progressing until this moment, you were on his lap, the last few makeout sessions had changed. Your legs wrapped around his thighs as you cuddled into his chest. Logan's arms wide enough to wrap around your thicker midsection and tug you close to his warmth. His lips were wet with saliva as his mouth moved with yours, his tongue sucking on your own. One of your hands in his hair and the other on his face. Moving back from his beard, over his ear and into his short hair at the sides. The two of you were almost moving in with a rhythm when your hips started to move. Like it was just a natural dance for your body as his hands moved to rest on hips. "Fuck." Logan groaned, having you on top of him was difficult in itself, his cock already half-mass in his dress pants.

"Did I hurt you?" You questioned, moving back from his lips, as he panted softly, his hand coming to thread through your hair as he shook his head.

"Opposite sweetheart." Logan purred, moving into your neck he could practically smell the blood rushing through your carotid. His lips pressing into the pulse, teeth nipping at the skin as you subconsciously ground your hips again. "Want you to fuck me."

"Really?" You asked, your eyes curious as they darted from one of his eyes to other. Your hands move to his chest, rubbing against the muscles as his hands ground his hardening cock into your clothed pussy. "Logan." You moaned softly, as you rolled your hips again, before your hands move to his shirt. You pushed back the fabric of his dress shirt. "Can I rip it?"

"You don't gotta ask baby." He croaked, his eyes half-lidded, his green eyes dilated, Logan's never looked at you so intensely. But it didn't just feel like lust, it felt like he cared about you that it meant something to him that you trusted him. As you finish unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Your hands come to your t-shirt, and you pull up and over your head. You always wore your cute bras around Logan, it made you feel more confident, and you had a dirty mind. He groaned at the sight of your large breasts covered in a navy blue lace, your breasts spilling out the tops. The bra ascended your waist and the dip of your hips. "Gotta touch you."

"Yeah, do it." You urged, your hands coming to his and moving over the flesh of your hips, the rolls of your stomach. Before Logan's large warm hands moved over your breasts, your nipples already sensitive from the anticipation. His thumbs rub over the buds, as your hands move up his biceps, squeezing the muscles as you ground your hips. Logan groaning as he leant his head into your neck, his beard scratching the skin as his lips wetly met your throat in a kiss. The whiniest moan fell from your lips as he started sucking on your skin. His hands massaging at your breasts, your nipples pinching tight as Logan's hips bucked up into yours. "Want you."

"Fucking take me baby, I'm yours. As long as I can have you, I'll be here?"

"Are you sure? I'm just me." You breathed out shakily, as he grinned down at you.

"I'm so sure, so fucking sure about you." Logan hummed as he slotted his mouth over yours in an open-mouth kiss that made you moan. Your hands move along the soft ridges of his abs, you felt him flexing underneath you as he lightly ground his hips up towards yours. You move back off of him, pulling off your leggings. Your hands moved to your stomach, soothing over the fabric of your panties. Logan groaned at the sight of the lacey material stretched across your hips, tight against your curves. But when his eyes flitted up to yours, he saw your nerves, as you played with the band of them. God, he wishes you saw how beautiful you are. Logan leant forward, his hands coming to a safe place on your waist, as he moved his head to the side to contact with your wondering eyes, that were avoiding his. "Baby, we don't have to do anything you don't wanna do."

"I want to-to have sex with you, I-I'm just nervous." You breathed, as he nodded his head before pulling off his slacks.

"Just gotta take our time, hopefully I want come in my pants." Logan joked, which made you giggle your hand coming up to your mouth as his hands wondered to your thighs. He pulled you back into him with a smile on his face, settling on his thighs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He dipped his chin so his lips could meet yours in a soft kiss.

"W-Will you touch me first?"

"I am touching you." Logan hummed, his fingers gripping at the flesh of your love handles, making you grind into his cock. Feeling the heat through his boxers against your hot core was an indescribable feeling.

"No....Touch me more." You continued, your hands going behind your back, going to clip and unhooking it. The straps of your bra falling down to the sides of your arms. Logan's hands glided across you arms and up to the straps as the cups of your bra sagged. He threaded his index and middle finger through the elastics before pulling them further down your arms. Your bra falling off your breasts, as they moved down from where the bra kept them. But you kept your back straight and shoulders back, almost arching into him. He was hesitant when he saw your bare tits, his hands coming over the mounds and squeezing them between his fingers. "Yeah." You hummed, nodding your head as you looked into his hazel eyes.

Your hips rolling as he braced your body as he held your chest, leaning into his lips as you whined into mouth, your tongue dipping into his. One of your hands came down to his hard cock, pressing against the strained fabric as he hissed into your mouth, his hips meeting your touch. "Your so warm, wanna feel it inside me."

"Fuck me, princess." Logan sighed, his head moving to the other side of your neck, to press his cold nose against the skin. Your fingers loop into his boxers and start to tug them down. One of his arms wraps around you, pulling you off his lap as he slid his underwear down his legs. You held on to him, you knew he was a mutant and he had super strength, but you didn't imagine him holding you like this. Logan sat you back down on his thighs as his cock bobbed against his stomach. You breathed out shakily as you stared down at him with wide eyes, your tongue coming out to wet your lips.

Your hands move to his face, tracing his scar above his eyebrow and the wrinkles across his forehead. You met his lips as your hand went to press his cock against his stomach. Logan moaned softly against your lips, as your hand wrapped around his shaft. "Haven't really done much with a cock." You murmured, flushing at the words, but leaning down to spit on his tip. "But I've read a lot of fanfiction."

"Really?" Logan mused, trying to keep his breath even as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes were focused on his cock, his eye was aligned with your breasts and your hand wrapping around his cock. "Your so fucking perfect." You blushed, as you let go of his cock, looking away from his eyes your hands coming to your panties.

"C'mere." He croaked, one of his strong arms wrapped around you ,cradling you while his other hand came to strip your panties off of you. You felt your heart race as you buried your nose into your skin before sucking light bruises on to his neck. Logan sat you back on his thighs as your hands moved up his body, as you suddenly felt self-conscious. Logan could immediately feel the shift, his hands moving to pull you close to his chest. Ignoring the aching in his cock as the feeling of your naked body flushed against his. "Takin it slow right darlin?" You nodded, shyly, tucking your face into his neck as your nipples pressing against his chest. Logan's eyes flutter shut as his cock pressed between you. "You are so beautiful." He gruffed, rubbing his nose against your ear before kissing above your pulse point.

"Your so-urgh." You mumbled, as his chest shook with laughter.

"Urgh?" he teased, his hands soothing up and down your spine. Before one of his hands came to soothe at your hair. You stayed there for a few moments, in his arms, before moving back on to his thighs. "Still want me to touch you?"

"Y-yeah please." You huffed, as he gazed down at your pussy, the folds sticking with arousal. Logan slid his fingers past the petals, finding the bead of your clit and rubbing in soft circles. You moaned grinding your hips against his hand before he slipped his finger to the wetness at your core. His digits dipped inside your slippery walls, making you breathe out shakily. Logan started pumping them, his palm coming to rub at your clit as you huffed out a breath, rolling your hips against his hand. "God, want you to fuck me please."

"Make you come on my hand first." Logan contested, as you whined grinding your hand against him as his other hand came to your breast. Teasing your nipple with his thumb before his wet mouth met the pebbled skin of your areola. Wrapping his lips around the flesh, sucking it into his mouth before letting go of the hardened nipple. Swirling his tongue around the red sensitive skin before leaving wet kisses all over the tops of your boobs. His beard leaving little red patches on your skin, irriatated by the wirey skin, but you loved the marks. They would remind you of how you got them, cause his mouth was on your body.

"Need more, Lo." You pressed, as he chuckled softly, pressing his lips to yours in a wet kiss, whiskers of his mouth wet from his saliva. Your hand came back to jerk at his cock, before bringing it to your clit. His hand falling away as you rubbed his spongy plum head against your folds. "Let me have it." You begged, your eyes pleading as you gazed up at him. Logan grunted, as his cock pulsed in your hand, your moving down to the girthy part of his shaft, squeezing lightly as you pressed him into your wetness, not quite entering you yet.

"Fucking teasing me, you know you have me baby, fucking take it." Logan urged, as you whined, giving him an open-mouth kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth as you massaged at his head. Your hand going back to his dick to line him up with your wet hole. Grinding your hips forward as his large cock slipped inside of you. Your eyes fluttering shut as your walls stretched to accommodate his girthy length. Your mouth drops open in a pant, as you glance up at Logan, his eyes on you, watching every mannerism and catching every noise. He leant forward to capture your lips in a slopply kiss, you had to breathe out of your nose as you moved down his length before he was fulling sheathed inside of you.

"God Logan." You moaned against his lips, a dip in your frown lines as he pursed his lips against yours, his hands moving to your love handles. You started lightly grinding against him, ignoring the slight burn from the stretch of his cock. A pulsing coursed through him that seemed to only make you wetter. Eventually his hands started to move you up his length as you started letting out the prettiest little moans. Your hand slips into his hair as you start moving against him, your other hand gripping his veiny bicep, soothing over the ridges and scars, before grasping on to him tightly as you moaned out.

"Think I'm doing pretty good, huh?" Logan rumbled against your mouth, as you smiled up at him, your eyes glossy from pleasure as his hand moves over your fatty rolls and over your mound to rub at your clit. Your head tilts make in a shaky moan as you start moving faster, a burn starting in your thighs. But your pleasure fueled your movements as you felt a warmth begin to spread through your lower stomach. Your walls fluttering around him as he rutted into that spongy part deep inside of you.

"Don't fucking stop." You pleaded, your eyes cloudy and tears running down your flushed cheeks. Your head slumping forward against his neck as you lightly nipped at his skin. You repeated his name over and over breathlessly as you held on, as your orgasm grew closer. Your back trembling in Logan's hands as you soaked his cock with your slick. Logan groaned at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock like a vice. He kept moving you over his cock, the feeling making your head shoot back as you ground against him.

"Won't fucking last." Logan panted.

"S' okay, wanna feel you." You murmured, rubbing your nose against his ear before lightly kissing at below his ear. Logan slouching on the couch as his feet dug into the ground. His hips started to rut up into you, as you relaxed around him, letting the feeling chase of your next orgasm approaching. Logan was relentless, your hand coming to your clit made him moan deeply he felt more liquid on his shaft.

"Make you come again, need it, need to feel it." Logan urged, moving his head to the side to kiss your lips. You hotly slipped your tongue against his mouth. Your orgasm milking his cock was like a drug, something he wanted to take a hit of over and over again. So, he slammed his aching dick into you like a jackhammer, the sounds you made only fueling the fire in his belly. When a moan ripped out of your mouth like you were possessed, Logan couldn't stop his cock as his seed spurted out of his tip into your pussy. The two of you coming together and your lips swollen as they met his once more.

You think he'd be a great partner.

note: girl when i write smut i have to keep stretching i get so squirmy thinking about logan urghhh, say something random in the comments if you agree lmao, this has been in my drafts for other a month im obesssed with old man logan is a serious problem i'm literally 19 wtf

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[vechter]

is the best leader of the dcu or the "leader of all superheroes" superman? because i've seen many debates over batman, superman, martian manhunter, wonderwoman. but i always thought it would be nightwing! people say batman is the tactician and superman sparks hope in people and guides them, doesn't nightwing do both?

maybe im underestimating supes here! of course everyone loves and trusts him (who wouldn't?) but i always thought the "leader" of the dcu was nightwing

hmm. can't not put the titans (1999) #1 panel here:

ok fr tho, i don't think i can answer this in a manner that does it justice because i've only read a limited number of superman comics. but my understanding of the JL dynamic, so far, has been that batman is the tactician while superman is the guy who's the moral centre— in a kind of head and heart way while wonder woman is the balance between the two— operating from a place of both heart and head.

however, the trinity defer to martian manhunter for leadership several times, even going so far as to nominate him for chairman in one of the JL runs after rebirth (can't remember the exact vol and issue and honestly, i rlly don't want to look sorry).

as for nightwing, he's definitely the ideal leader- there's tons of canonical evidence where all the titans look to him for leadership and several times, bruce even tells him that dick is meant to lead the JL, going as far as letting dick be a contingency leader in cases where the league falls (like obsidian age).

dick has usually done a good job anytime he's had to lead and he does make sense because like you said, he can be the best of batman and superman: head and heart. but personally, i don't think it's where dick would thrive (this is not to say he wouldn't do well— he would!!) but lately, i feel like dc has rlly been pushing him as the leader in big world events, which is good because i was getting real tired of nightwing being dumbed down and losing his competence but it feels a little... i don't want to say disingenuous... but something along those lines.

dick, imo, is sort of the heart of a pre-n52 dcu. here's an excellent meta that captures the kind of importance dick has.

also, there's a separate argument to be made about how dc started putting all of the bats in leadership positions when they saw how well received dick was as the leader of the titans but that's kind of a different tangent as to how the ability to lead is not a bat-trait but more of a person specific thing lol

tldr: look at these panels from martian manhunter (1998) #0:

i think this is a very good encapsulation of the guy who should lead the league and what it looks like

[dragons-and-ages]

I am well aware that I’m delusional, but here’s how Varric-mancers can still win in 2024

But he’s not a companion.

Yeah, so? While he may not be an active companion, he appears to be taking an advisory role. Perhaps he’s a liaison between the Veilguard and the Inquisition remnants. If he is an advisor, that wouldn’t preclude him from being a romance option. See: Josie and Cullen.

But BioWare is going to kill him off.

ngl this prospect scares me.

I’ll admit that he is giving one-week-to-retirement vibes. But maybe he’s just tired of being in the field after so many years. He’s getting older; He doesn’t need to be slogging through the muck with us when his most formidable weapons are pen and paper.

But if he was going to be romanceable, he’d have been an option in an earlier game.

Not necessarily. Again, see: Cullen. It took three games for Cullen to be romanceable, which made sense! Cullen, as a character, was very much NOT mentally in a place that he would be open to romance in DAO and DA2. I’d argue the same for Varric, which I’ll get into below.

But it makes more sense for Varric to romance Hawke.

It’s true that Hawke and Varric are besties. Varric is clearly ride-or-die for Hawkes of all flavors. Varric has also known Hawke longer than any of the other protagonists. However, during those formative years in Kirkwall, Varric was very much still stuck on Bianca. (And let’s not deny that Hawkes of all flavors are also messy). Varric built an intentional wall between himself and Hawke or, you could argue, between himself and the character, the Champion of Kirkwall. See, Varric is a writer and he has a way of idealizing and romanticizing life and the people around him.

Being the teller of the story allows him to be in some kind of control.

Ok, but Varric couldn’t romance the Inquisitor.

That was even more implausible than Hawke. Again, Varric seems to see the people around him like story characters. The Inquisitor, the Herald of Andraste, is this big, potentially tragic, hero figure. DAI takes place over a shorter period of time than DA2, and while you may be able to build a friendly relationship with him, there is still clearly a wall there. Not to mention, he’s still comfortably pining for Bianca until the ‘Well, shit’ quest.

But Varric is in love with Bianca.

Bianca Davri. Gorgeous and brilliant dwarven woman voiced by Laura Bailey. It’s hard for my bi ass not to love her on those points alone. She has an amazing mind and is the only surface dwarf ever to be nominated for paragon status because of her inventions. She and Varric had a romance and were forced apart by the Merchant’s Guild before she was betrothed to a guy in the smith caste. And in the years since, the two of them have kept up a secret correspondence. Tell me all of that doesn’t smack of tragic storybook doomed romance. Of course Varric was stuck on her. Not to mention, he has carried around one of her inventions ever since; one that he named after her.

I think that, in the years since they were forcibly separated, Varric built up an idealized version of Bianca in his mind. You can see he does that to a certain extent with everyone. He separates himself, the writer, from the characters. Sometimes an old hurt is safer than opening up again and Varric has been safe and comfortable with not entering into a new romance. And there’s always that sliver of hope, fed by secret letters, that he and Bianca could be together in the end.

But then ‘Well, shit’ happens in DAI and Varric walks away angry with Bianca after it is revealed that SHE is responsible for leaking the location of the red lyrium. I think (I hope) that this event has shattered the idealized version of Bianca that lives in Varric’s mind. I don’t know how much time has passed since DAI, but I hope that that revelation has started a chain reaction where Varric has reevaluated his relationship with Bianca and is finally ready to put that chapter behind him.

And here’s where my batshit delulu theory starts:

I propose that Bianca the crossbow breaks early on in the game. This would be symbolic of Varric moving from active companion to an advisor status. It’s a sign to Varric that it’s time for a change. On the romance front, it’s the final nail in the coffin of his pining after Bianca.

Rook and The Veilguard are a smaller group than the Inquisition. Stakes are still high, but there’s not this strange reverence for Rook like there was for the Inquisitor. And the group is small and intimate, not a massive, world changing machine like the Inquisition was. I can see Varric being surprised, but cautiously open to flirting overtures from Rook.

It has been so many years since Varric has really allowed himself to love and be loved. It’s been too long since he allowed himself to be a part of the story rather than telling it. He’s getting older now, maybe it’s time to let that chapter close and really try to live and love again.

It has the potential to be a very mature, slow burn, beautiful romance and I know I’m deluding myself but I want it so bad.